I’m not as brave as I portray. I have four wheel drive vehicle but was afraid to go up there by myself. No one else knows where I am right now, which in and of itself is a bit scary if you think about it. But, there is One who knows.
I look up the hill and I see a cross, literally. She’s buried behind my old church. There’s so much I miss about the way things use to be, but mostly I miss her.
I came here because I felt alone. I was alone, in the physical sense of the word, simply because my husband was hunting and my kids were at grandparents. But, I’m not alone in the spiritual sense of THE Word. So, I look toward the hill where my Mamaw is buried and scripture takes a literal life-giving meaning:
I look to the hills from which comes my help! My help comes from the Lord, maker of heaven and earth!
So, while I may feel lonely at times here on Earth, I know that I am not truly alone.
Life sometimes gives us hills and valleys. What is important to know is that when we are in the valley, we can look toward the hills. Hills are promises that He hasn’t forsaken us, that He is still with us in the valley.
Each day, we have a choice - we can dwell in the valley or we can look to the hill, realizing we have hope.
Live in the valley,
Look to the hills.
Choose life.
Choose Jesus-given life,
and realize that you, too, are not alone.
