Have you ever climbed a mountain or looked out the window of a really tall building and the view just leaves you speechless? Like there are no words to adequately describe it. You just stand there trying to savor every detail, take in every moment, before you have to blink and it be gone. You wish you could put it into words. You wish you could explain it to someone else who isn’t there, but no matter how you try it can’t be appreciated unless they stand there to absorb it themselves.
Right now I am speechless on the mountaintop.
Yesterday John and I rode bikes together for the first time. When I watch John on his bicycle my mind immediately goes into a split screen. On the left side of my mind he is laying in the hospital restrained by the machines and tubes and medicines. On the right side he is on his bike, standing up, pedaling hard, as he fights his way up a steep hill.
Yesterday the mountaintop left me speechless.
Today is my dad’s sixtieth birthday. Sixty is a big age and is creditworthy of a big birthday, but after losing my mom last year my dad’s birthday seems even bigger. I relish in all of the memories I have with my dad, and realize how blessed I am to have this precious time with him.
Today the mountaintop leaves me speechless.
Tomorrow morning we will welcome a new baby boy into our family – my first nephew. I can’t wait to see who he looks like. Will he have a lot of hair like my dad, brother, and I do? Will he have blonde hair like his mom? Will he be long and lanky? I can hardly stand it! My first glimpse of him will remind me of the mountaintop I am on.
Tomorrow the mountaintop will leave me speechless.
I thank God for my mountaintops because they are where I remember His faithfulness – His faithfulness to the promise of joy and peace.
It is here that I become speechless in Him.
It is here that I take to the valley when I must go.
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