We all have mountains in our lifes. Mine are different from your's I am sure. It is how we face those mountains that make a different.
This is borrowed from Dr. Bob Griffin a former Pastor of ours:
Diary on Weight Loss (and other Mountains)
Sunday, Jan. 1 - I tried to climb the mountain today. As I inched my way up the path, I felt out of breath and had to turn back.
Monday, Jan. 2 - I tried to climb the mountain today. But, It was so hot outside, I thought I had better stay in my nice air-conditioned house and rest up for tomorrow's attempt.
Tuesday, Jan. 3 - I tried to climb the mountain today. On my journey, darkness started to fall and I was full of fear, so I had to return to a safe place.
Wednesday, Jan. 4 - I was ready to climb the mountain today. But I had so many other things to do, so instead of climbing the mountain I took care of the much more important tasks; I washed the car, mowed the grass and watched the big game, Today the mountain will have to wait.
Thursday. Jan. 5 - I was going to climb the mountain today. But as I stared at the mountain in all its majestic beauty, I knew I had no chance of making it to the top, so I figured why even begin trying.
Friday, Jan. 6 - I had forgotten all about climbing the mountain today, until an old friend came by and asked what I was up to lately. I told him about all my plans to climb that mountain someday. I went on and on about how I was going to accomplish the task.
He stopped me and said, "I just got back from climbing that mountain. For the longest time I told myself I was going to try and climb it but never made any progress. I almost let the dream of making it to the top die. I came up with every excuse of why I could not make it up the mountain, but never once did I give myself a reason why I could. One day as I stared at the mountain and pondered, I realized that if I didn't make an attempt at this dream then all my dreams would eventually die."
He continued, "The next morning, I started my climb. It was not easy, and at times I wanted to quit. But no matter what I faced, I placed one foot in front of the other, keeping a steady pace. When the wind tried to blow me over the edge, I kept walking. When the voices inside my head screamed, 'stop!' I focused on my goal, never letting it out of sight. I kept moving forward. I could not quit because I knew I had come to far to quit to stop now. Time and time again, I reassured myself that I was going to finish this journey. I struggled mightily to make it to the top, but I CLIMBED THE MOUNTAIN,"
"I have to be going," my friend said. "Tomorrow is a new day to accomplish more dreams. By the way what are you going to do tomorrow?"
I looked at him, with intensity and confidence in my eyes, and said, "I HAVE A MOUNTAIN TO CLIMB."
Saturday, Jan. 7 -
2 months ago