The Upward Climb
The Lord is leading me along a trail I’ve never been, and I am finding it so rough I have to cling to Him. He did not force, I asked to come, I longed the view to see, but now I’m questioning the path on which He’s leading me. It’s just that I had visualized a gently sloped incline, with flowers to pick along the way, as I strolled through the pines. Instead, the twisting, rock-strewn trail that marks my upward climb, takes all my courage, patience, strength, and so much precious time. The sun that shone so bright below, is hidden now by clouds; direction is all lost to me; fear-thoughts my senses crowd. My shoes, so comfortable before, have rubbed my sore feet raw; the dampness of the wind-chilled air, seems at my limbs to gnaw. The mist that shrouds the path ahead, makes everything look bleak; and yet my Guide bids me press on toward some unseen peak. As courage wanes, with steps unsure, distressed, my spirit cries, and asks the Lord, “Where am I ...