My clothes are dirty and torn, and stained with blood. All my labor lost, I am back down on the valley floor, where I began. All my progress halted, gone, because I didn’t watch were I was going! So sure of myself, how well I was getting along, I never even noticed that loose place on my path!
I’m exhausted now, and I cry tears of frustration because I have to start all over again! What drives me to do this? I keep doing the same thing! I seem to get a little bit further up that craggy hill and then something will distract me or I just forget to focus and down I come crashing!
I’m hungry, but my lunch pail is up on the place where I started to fall. I have to climb back up there to retrieve it, to eat, to be filled with the wonderful taste of sustainment. I know I can’t tarry for long, no matter how much my bruised and battered body, my torn flesh, tells me to just “give it up, there’s got to be an easier way!” A part of me wishes I could, but a deeper and more wise part of me says, “No, you must claim this mountain before nightfall. Relief will come at the summit.”
So I pick myself up, brush the dirt out of my torn scabs and once again begin my journey to the light; to my food, to safety and rest. There, at the top is my reward. And this time I know where another danger zone exists. I will hopefully conquer this mountain this next trip!
Authors Note: This is what happens not only when we don’t stay focused on God and His Word, but also when we start to feel just a little too comfortable in ‘our’ achievements. He will lovingly pull us off that high mountain of self-esteem that we’re perched on, and remind us who is in charge, and allow us to conquer our own flesh.