In the landscape of our lives, mountains rise unexpectedly—towering challenges that seem insurmountable, trials that test the very fabric of our resilience. I have faced many mountains, each one casting long shadows of uncertainty, each peak representing a battle fought with tears, determination, and an unwavering spirit.
These mountains have come in many forms. Some were medical challenges that threatened to overwhelm us, like Tim's PNES diagnosis. Others were emotional landscapes of doubt, fear, and seemingly endless struggle. Each trial has carved deep valleys in my heart, leaving trails of shed tears that speak to the depth of our journey.
When I look around and everything seems hopeless—when the mountains loom large and the path forward appears impossible—I find myself at a crossroads. In these moments, when darkness threatens to consume hope, I make a choice. I choose not to fear.
"I'll be still and know" becomes my sacred mantra. In a world that constantly demands action, movement, and immediate resolution, being still is an act of profound courage. It's a deliberate surrender, an acknowledgment that I am not alone in navigating these treacherous terrains.
Knowing that God is right here with me through all my troubles transforms my perspective. This presence is not distant or theoretical, but intimate and immediate. It's a companionship that doesn't promise to remove the mountains, but promises to walk alongside me as I climb them.
You are the light that pierces through the darkest valleys, illuminating paths I cannot yet see. When my vision is clouded by tears and uncertainty, this light becomes my guide. You are the rest for my weary soul—offering a sanctuary of peace in the midst of life's most turbulent storms.
In declaring "You're God, and I'll be still and know," I'm not passive. I'm actively choosing trust over terror, hope over helplessness. This stillness is not weakness, but a profound strength. It's an understanding that my worth and my way forward are not determined by the mountains I face, but by the power that walks with me through them.
Each mountain conquered becomes a testament to resilience. Each trial survived is a story of hope. The tears shed are not signs of defeat, but markers of our incredible capacity to feel, to endure, and to grow.
To anyone standing before their own mountains, know this: You are stronger than you believe. Your journey is not defined by the challenges you face, but by the courage with which you face them. Be still. Know that you are not alone. The same power that moves mountains walks with you, guiding you, supporting you, loving you through every single step.
In the stillness, in the knowing, we find our truest strength. The mountains may be many, the trials may be fierce, but we are fiercer still. And we will not just survive—we will rise.
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