I am not afraid of heights. Nor am I concerned about walking for miles because I know I have enough strength for that. What I am anxious of is the fact that once I hit the mountains, there's no turning back.
It's not something that I can just quit in the middle of. Either I do it or I don't do it at all. The biggest challenge really is myself.
I'm in a season of my life where God is allowing me to try everything. I'm surprised at the many opportunities that He's been handing out to me and I am overwhelmed with how He manages to get me through it all. This climb is one of those.
My main apprehension right now is I'm not sure if I have sufficient endurance for this. Sure, I express trained by jogging more, running the stairs and doing step ups but is it enough? Yesterday my legs felt like committing suicide but today it was more bearable. It only means my muscles are getting the hang of it. Good sign, right?
Actually, come to think of it, this was my exact feeling when I surrendered everything to God. I was frightened of what I was about to face, unsure whether I'm prepared for the sacrifices I needed to make, worried if I could take on the obstacles along the way but rather excited for the wonders I was about to witness.
And I guess climbing a mountain and walking with God has its parallels: we take on greater heights, we walk challenging terrains, there's equal chances for sunshine and rain, we meet people along the way and create new relationships and we witness God's nature unfold right before our eyes.
And above all, whether it's climbing a mountain or walking with God, I eagerly look forward to one thing: the moment that will take my breath away.
By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I've got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I'm off and running, and I'm not turning back. (Philippians 3:14, The Msg)