Coming down the mountain

Well, we drove down the mountain yesterday. I always have a hard time on that drive, whether literally driving down a mountain or figuratively leaving a time of rest with the Lord. Yesterday was a literal drive down a steep, winding mountain. There was a worship CD playing in our vehicle and I was lost in thought as I soaked in the breathtaking scenery one last time. My heart was hurting as I prepared myself for the real world. Last week absolutely changed my life. I made relationships with some amazing friends that became family in a matter of days. The Holy Spirit moved in my life like I have never experienced before. To give an example, I actually stood up in front of the group on the last night and shared my testimony of what the Lord had done in me. Me, standing up in a group of people I didn't even know a few days ago. God works miracles, that's for sure.

I know that it's unrealistic to think that we could live on a mountaintop. As much as the selfish me wishes that it was possible, I know the Lord has us live in the valley, where real life happens. I was blessed beyond measure to experience a time of rest. I went up the mountain tired and weary, worn down by the lies of the enemy. I came down it a new creation, renewed in strength, ready to live in the valley and share the light and love I experienced on that mountaintop.