It's funny how you can go from being on top of the mountain praising and singing--then completely in the valley of that mountain wondering how in the world you got here.
I'm kind of there at the moment. Not in a bad way, but in a "what in the world happened" kind of way.
Nothing dramatic has happened in my life, it's just part of this faith journey, I suppose.
As I was praying this morning for God to lead me back to the top...I heard Him tell me to notice how desperate I am when I am in the valley.
He's right on.
When I'm on top, I get a little self sufficient.
The funny thing is, I don't even realize my self-sufficiency until I land straight back down hitting hard on my bottom.
Suddenly, I am looking around going, "hey, wait a minute...what just happened?"
I'm in God's word like never before, and yet, I am still unfortunately 95% flesh.
It's this humbling experience that keeps me desperate for Him. I wrote in my journal that I literally am panting for Him. My soul is thirsty and parched.
He's filling me up, slowly. Just a little at a time, so that I don't get all "self-sufficient" again.
The good thing about the valley is that I am constantly looking up.
Exactly where my eyes need to be.
hiking that mountain,