Navigating the Terrain

I remember what it was like to be up there. The wind whipping through my hair. The sun shining on my face. The freshness. The excitement. The brightness.

And yet, here I am again in the valley. I don't breathe quite as easily down here; the air seems stale. It's darker, and the weight of shadow keeps me from moving freely. I know I don't have to be down here, but I don't have the energy to fight my way back up to that mountaintop. So I wait for something to change.

I worry that it's not normal, moving from mountaintop to valley like I do. But, through it all, I sense this Hand holding me. Not holding me in one place or another, but surrounding me in unconditional love, allowing my change of location without allowing it to separate us. This is what makes the dryness bearable.

And what makes me certain that I will make it back up to that mountaintop. It's worth the climb.