We all face mountains.
Sometimes they rise slowly in the distance, giving us time to prepare. Other times, they are massive, intimidating, and impossible to ignore. These mountains come in many forms, such as illness, death, heartbreak, loss, failure, uncertainty, and deep personal battles. They block our view, drain our strength, and whisper lies that we’re not strong enough, capable enough, or worthy enough to keep going.
But here’s a truth that often gets lost in the exhaustion. You can choose to be overwhelmed by the size of your mountain or energized by the climb.
That choice doesn’t erase the pain. It doesn’t flatten the slope or remove the storms. But it does awaken something inside, igniting faith and calling courage to the surface. The mountain isn’t an obstacle, but a holy place where something greater is unfolding.
On the other side of every mountain are wildflowers that celebrate moments of beauty, growth, healing, and grace. They only bloom in places where the struggle was real and perseverance was chosen. Watered by our tears, these wildflowers don’t grow in the valley, but on the sides of jagged cliffs where the journey was steepest. Their blooms tell of survival and resilience while reminding us that it was all worth it.
The most powerful truth of all is that you don’t climb alone. Somewhere along the path, when your legs shake and your heart is broken, the Savior will reveal Himself. It isn’t always with thunder or lightning, but with gentle comfort and a peace that makes no sense. His grace will hold you together when you feel like falling apart as HE climbs with you.
He’ll wipe the sweat from your brow and whisper, “I’m here. Keep going.” He knows the pain of the terrain. He’ll help you along and then wait for you at the summit.
So whatever mountain you’re facing right now, don’t stop climbing.
Pause if you must. Breathe. Weep. Rest. But, DO NOT give up.
The view is coming.
The wildflowers are waiting.
And the Savior is near.
You were made for this mountain.
Keep climbing. 🌿
More on Monday.