This summer in Italy my pop and I hiked up to a place called "Buco di Montepertuso" meaning hole in the mountain. As we were hiking up the stairs, feeling parched and fatigued, we knew there was purpose in our journey. Once we reached the top my heart swelled and I became overcome with joy at the sight. We looked out over a small town off the Almalfi Coast called Positano; it was incredibly beautiful as the sun was descending, putting the community to rest.
Mountains are magnificent, wondrous, metaphorical, symbolic, and absolutely captivating. They are thought of as being challenges to overcome, obstacles to climb, and ambition to conquer.
I already feel as though this year is a mountain waiting to be climbed, and I am at the bottom looking up at the peak laughing with sheer delight as well as gasping for air at what is ahead.
“Give me this mountain” (Josh. 14:12).
I can't wait for the moment when I've reached to top, but I also am prepared for the journey up the montepertuso!
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