No matter how hard he tried to deny it, they were bigger this time. Much bigger than before, much grander than his friends had ever said they were. He had crossed many before this, but this time he was in awe. How could something so huge and difficult be so beautiful? There was only one way to find out.
He had just made it passed Horn Hill, a windy little road that had to be taken to up to Taylor's Top. That is where he wanted to go, that was the goal.
He didn't know what brought him here, but, he knew had two choices: (1) Run for his life! As he did many times before in the face of such vast odds OR (2) do something he has never been willing to do before, and face his fears, possibly lose his life, but either way gain something so unmistakeably beautiful. This time though, he felt different, like he could make it. Like someone else was with him. Not just anoyone though, someone who had walked these mountains too. That was his journey, to get closer to the identity and knowledge of this someone. And this time he was ready.
As he went through Boiler's Bridge, he could of swore he was a gonner'. He had never trailed something so treacherous, so challenging to his very being, it made him doubt his faith. Doubt who he was. And even if there was this someone. He just couldn't seem to shake the fact the he could lose his life at any moment, one of the old rusty screws could slip out and the bridge would take his life. He had never known sweat like he had come to know it in that hour. Finally, as he was making the last step, the bridge collapsed to dangerously meet with the rock below and slammed his body into the side of the crevace that was now the only thing holding his life and his faith in the balance. He had cracked his rib during the process, the hit had damaged his right hand, as he was not ready for this fall, so he gripped the rope of the bridge even tighter. But, by doing so, he broke his knuckles. He was down for the count, ready to just let go and let it all go. But, from out of nowhere a second-wind hit him and he used the broken bridge to get to the top. And what he did not know, was at the top, it was Taylor's Top. And when he finally got there, he arrived. He was there. He made it, for the first time in his life, he fought through this treacherous mountain that fought back. But, the most important thing, was that this mountain prepared him for the next. And when he got the bench that was placed there for the those that traversed this spot, there was a blurry set of words etched into the words, and this is what they said. " And,I am with you always..."
Mountains can be both beautiful and scary to our faith. To the thing I think we hold most dear, or at least should. But, I think we let our fears run our faith and so we run from mountains in our life, and we fail to forget that (1) God created mountains (2) They are beautiful!!. They may not be easy, we have run in the past, we may feel like running now, but, God calls us all to be warriors (male and female) on this journey back home!! Let's go scale some mountains!! The key to scaling these mountains is the repeating factor to this story and that is we must lose our lives!!