From Mountaintops to Valleys -by Lois Macdonald

Mountaintops to Valleys -by Lois Macdonald

Where does one go after having stood on mountaintops? After the fluttering of angel wings have kissed their dreams. And visions have unraveled their secrets in the solitude of the subconscious. For I Lord, have felt You orchestrate my every move since I was a child. Your Shield has faithfully covered me, and You my Protector, have directed my every footstep. Leading me boldly this way, then that way. Lifting me higher and higher on Your shoulders, until I could barely breathe for the wonder of it all. Resting peacefully in Your arms as You lowered nighttime over my days. Your soothing voice lulled me to sleep while celestial notes echoed through the chambers of my heart. Entrusting me at daybreak to rise and put each song, to pen and paper. Prophetic lyrics flowed through my veins and lodged themselves in the very depths of my soul. Afterward, as the salty mist of dawn carefully bathed each mountain peak, I would marvel that life carried on as if it was just another ordinary day. Surely, my transformation was noticeable? Could those who knew me well not see by my demeanor that I was reborn? Perhaps not, for, after all, the face of youth is by its very nature, innocent. Sometimes we must fall into the valley below to discover what is most precious.

Your love Yahweh is far-reaching yet never holds its beloved prisoner. In Your Wisdom, you offer us the freedom of choice. I chose to follow the honeyed voice that lured me to the edge of the mountaintop and said I could fly. I wonder if anyone truly understands God’s Grace without spending time in the valley?  You could have left me in the valley and forgotten my name. Instead, You did the unimaginable. You shone a Light into the darkness. He is the Good Shepherd, Jesus Christ, who searches for Your lost lambs. When He found me, I was covered with shame and remorse. Still, He held me tenderly as though I was a rare rose from his garden. When the clouds lifted off the mountaintops that morning, I stood in awe, for I was home. And life carried on as if it was just another ordinary day.

The greatest lesson I learned while in the valley was this. May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world. Galatians 6:14 NIV.

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