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“Mum, when are we going to stop for a rest?” asked Hannah.
“Soon,” I replied. “Do you see that stile up ahead? We’ll stop when we reach the other side.”
Hannah and I were climbing Mount Snowdon, along with Jonathan, her younger brother. We’d set off, expecting to have Dad with us too, but circumstances kept him elsewhere. We reached the stile, climbed it, and sat for a while, sipping at a much needed drink.
“Time to move on,” I said, after a minute or two. The children began to complain, but I was firm. I knew that if we stopped for too long, we’d give up, losing our momentum. As we stood, I pointed out to them once again our destination. We were headed for the top of the mountain, where a awaited us. When we began to lose heart, we looked up; we feasted our eyes on our goal, already tasting in our minds the promised ice cream and cola.
So we travelled, from stile to stile, always knowing two things; where the next resting place lay, and the certainty of our final destination. When things got really tough near the end, God sent along a helper, a man, who walked by our side, chatting to the children. He leant the children his walking sticks, and talked them through the hardest bits of the journey.
Eventually, we made it! Ice creams and colas in hand, we looked back over our journey in triumph! We were victorious!
How like life’s journey was our climb that day? Travelling, we press on towards a clear goal, but also have many resting places along the way. We move with small, achievable goals in sight, and when things are tough, we become so aware of the Holy Spirit, as He comes along side and helps.
We rest, then we walk. Rest, then walk. Press on dear friends, for your goal awaits!
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