Thankful Thursday

The mountain air is pure and clear and I wish to my soul that I could always be there...but
There is a reason for living way down in the valley that only the mountain knows....

I have been in a valley for a while grieving I think. Coming to terms with the thing I last wrote about on my other blog. Sometimes in life messages run deeply as the river down in the valley. Some rivers run to the sea. It is my hope that soon this one will run into the sea. Lies forge deep cliffs and the edges are steep as a gorge cut through. Flushing out the lies and exposing them the river runs wild and awash with rapids. I know in my head that the events were not my fault by a lie runs as the rapids do, treacherously cutting and scaring the topography. I am cut deep.
It is in the great forge that I traverse many stones and sharp edges of time. Hiking through to the other side. Climbing steep ravines.
These hikes make one strong yet week in the knowledge that I must be week to gain HIS strength. It has been in my own strength that I stumbled upon the stones that are scattered across my daily path. Some stones need to be picked up and tossed aside and other to be stepped around and avoided. Having the wisdom to know the difference ...ahh it is the lesson of the valley. I am grateful and humbled by the valley. For it in itself gives cause to gaze up at the mountain.