the same

we paraded through some shadowy,

craggy terrain

  

to get to the very tip top of the mountain.

along the path, there were glimpses of the beauty that awaited us at the top,

as dancing wildflowers skipped along the path.

then finally, behold the top - the green grassy plain paradise. 

this casual journey spoke to me; i felt it call my name.

it painted a picture of the course of our life here on earth…

there are valley’s,

shadows,

craggy terrains,

and once your weary, but trusting, feet have arrived - really they’ve been carried and your hand has been held by the One who knit it together -  

to the very tip top of the mountain,

you look out beyond and below

to see the low points from which you’ve come - the places the Lord tenderly carried you through-

it reminds you that without climbing the diverse landscape you wouldn’t see the beauty at the top.

and most of all,  as you look at the view, it proclaims the glory of the Lord.  the grace that He gives through Jesus.  the healing He brings.  the miracles He performs.  and just how GREAT His trumpet resounds.

our family has witnessed a modern day miracle. 

we didn’t just stand on that mountain top a few days ago.

we are basking in the sunshine of a impossible made possible.  it’s inexplainable.  but that just explains it’s only from God...

my hubby’s mother has been very ill for the past twenty six years.  my honey is almost thirty so she’s been sick for most of his life.  he doesn’t remember her not sick.  his dad has faithfully, selflessly, whole-heartedly, tenderly, and patiently cared for her every single day of those twenty-six years.

a few weeks ago, things took a turn for the much worse.  no one could explain why she was sleeping hour after hour, day after day.   she couldn’t walk and could hardly speak.  

ever since we’ve been married, we’ve prayed, every single day,  for her healing.  thousands of prayers asking for restoration were uttered on her behalf.  we know God chooses to heal in this life and/or He chooses to heal in the life to come.  we had pretty much figured her healing would arrive in the life to come.  either way, He is glorified.

our gracious, healing God blew our socks right off beneath our feet.  she is being healed…. in this life. she is talking, walking with a walker, smiling, wanting to make up for lost time… last night when she saw her only grandson - our Hunter - she lit up with joy and interacted with him.  i’ve never seen her smile so fully.  her body wasn’t just a shell.  we saw her heart.   

we’ve witnessed a miracle before our very eyes.  we are rejoicing.  our God is mighty to save. our faith has been strengthened. 

so i want to say to you, as we are in the midst of a newfound, healed life, that whether you are in the valley or have tasted a miracle, our God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.  the God of the mountain top is the same God of the valley.