Oh Lord on this Mountain

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Standing at the foot of this mountain, I have to question my decision to ascend. If I manage to make it all the way to the peak, I know the view will compensate the journey. On the peak, I will see the world for what it is. On the peak, I will see my God for the first time. So I must go. It is a long way up.

I have an uninvited feeling in my chest. It must be the thin air at this altitude. Still I trod on, leaving distractions behind me. Distractions threaten to spoil my journey. I see sunlight sneak through the tall pines, drawn to the morning mist like paint is drawn to a canvas. But I must pay it no mind. The view of my Saviour is at the peak. The thought of this grand view is enough to block out the noise of the nearby waterfall. Even as the water pounds on the rocks below, I feel a moist breath on my neck. I must try to ignore it. I am on a journey.

The sun has outsmarted me, making it to the peak first. The sun shines into my eyes, blinding me for a moment, seemingly to boast of its victory. No matter, I have made it! I am taller than the pines, higher than the birds. The air is pure and invigorating. My mind is clear, perfectly empty, for the first time on my journey. But where is my Lord? Where is the awesome view? God, what is my life for? I am so worn out, so tired of being alone. I am spent, God.

On the way down, something seems different. The breath of the waterfall cools my burning neck. The falling water now sounds like a symphony to my open ears. The sunlight gives me peace as it pours through the trees. I have a feeling in my chest again. Is it the thin air at this height, or is it the love of God swelling within me?