Thanksgiving break. I cannot tell you how happy I am to return home, eat good food, sleep in my bed, and not wake-up for any 8 AM classes. The location of my college happens to be on the other side of a mountain. I joked with my parents that I chose this college simply because of the road up and over the mountain that we needed to drive on in order to get there. It reminds me of the many bus rides I took on the mountains of Ecuador. Now, I'm not sure why, but in the past 2 years I have become less enthusiatic about driving. Everytime I need to drive up and over the mountain, I get nervous. Maybe I've become paranoid about getting a flat tire or maybe I don't trust my little Nissan Sentra to make it...but for whatever reason I get nervous as I approach the mountain. The climb up the mountain usually goes okay (I pep talk my car up..."you can do it! a little more...a little more!") but then the descent always gets me. I find myself shutting the radio off (which if you know me is a sure sign of "no bueno" because I love music ALL the time), I grip the wheel with both hands, bite my lip, and tell myself to just hang in there. And then I always start praying out loud. Everytime I make this drive, I find myself in this position: a bundle of nerves, asking God to just help me make it over the mountain.
And it's interesting, I always make it over the mountain.
There are mountains in our lives that we have to go up and over. And it can be scary and hard.
As I drove home today and went over the mountain, I thought that maybe God led me to this college, so that I would have to drive on the mountain so that He could remind me each and every time that He is the one who can help me get over the mountains in my life. Sometimes I feel like I am stuck on the mountain, I just keep climbing up but I never get anywhere. Sometimes all the twists and turns make me dizzy. Sometimes I am not sure if I am going to make it. I need to remember to ask God to just help me make it over the mountain.
and you know what? I believe He will.
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