There is more (part 3)

Forget road. Now, I am talking mountain, sharp rocks and boulders, burning sun and ice cold air. I am thirsty. The higher I climb, the harder it is to breathe.

There are two choices. The first is to keep going. The second is to give in to doubt and sink into the valley of despair. There’s no ‘let me stay where I am’ option; sooner or later I’ll find myself back at the bottom. Trust me, I’ve tried it before.

It’s climb or fall. So, I ascend, fixing my eyes on the summit before me. What if after all this sweat there’s nothing at the top? Honestly, I’m struggling to see anything up there.

Right now, what I know is that there is a grace that helps me climb against what my eyes can or cannot see. Every time I sit to reason and try to turn back, it tells me, “There is more”.

I look up to the mountains— does my help come from there?
(Psalm 121:1)

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There is more is a personal outpouring from a walk out of the dark of doubt, something that Christians don’t speak enough about.