As a kid, I loved climbing trees, trekking out in the woods, running, jumping and beating up the boys. Up until I was 10. Right after my 10th birthday, everything changed. My first encounter with the mountain loomed in the distance.
When I turned 10, I was in the 5th grade, knew everyone, loved my town, close to relatives, in a beautiful place. . .Then we moved to an island out in the pacific ocean and everything changed.
The mountain consisted of a lot of pain, fear and lonliness. The family dynamic changed and everyone in our family of 6 handled it differently. It was a difficult time to say the least.
I can remember feeling anxious and wanting everyone to be better. Taking care of my sisters in a near drowning insident, protecting one of my sisters at our new school, where we were hated, teased, pushed around and cried a lot.
As time went by I decided to take hula lessons which really changed the course of my life. It was an oh, so small change in direction, but the longer the road the further from my original destination I got. I can still dance to this day.
The point is; many times, when you are headed to a great adventure or positive life change, you must go through, around or over a mountain with all its danger and darkness. I really do not know where I will be a year from now. I must have faith in my Lord to lead me, take my own advice and go with the flow.
Fantasizing the freedom to let God lead the way.