Easter, rebirth, and mountains
I’ve been pretty absent from this space lately. {again}
There has been so much going on, and so much of it I just can’t even write yet.
When I turned 33 about six months ago, it struck me pretty hard that Christ’s life and mission culminated at 33. By 33, He was everything, did everything, and became everything. I know I’m not Him, but I ached more than anything to become closer to Him and more like Him than I had ever been, and the night of my birthday, I kneeled and prayed that this year, I would be able to have the experiences I needed in order to be better than I had ever been.
Needless to say, this year has had some pretty hard spots. :)
I’m not writing here again to complain about them or even to talk about them, because they are just too personal for a public space. However, I am going to be writing more again, even if it’s just little bits as the days go by.
I asked for a mountain to climb. I’ve been given one. There are days when I feel that I will never summit. But I’m taking one step at a time, and I know that if I keep doing that, someday I will see the top.
I guess the point of this post is this: I believe in a personal Savior. I believe in the possibility of complete rebirth, complete transformation, complete change. I believe that trust, faith, and gratitude are what will move us forward. I believe that mountains are hard and they hurt, but that they are climbable.
I’m on a journey this year, and today, Easter, I am so grateful for Easter’s promise, that my journey may have meaning and hope.
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