At first glance it's a street like any other. And, I'd guess that for most folks there's nothing really special about driving this road. They just get on it to go from one place to the next. A connecting point for those going east to west, or vice versa.
For me, however, this road isn't just about getting from one place to the next it's about going somewhere with a purpose. When I crest the top of the hill, I don't just see telephone poles, transformer lines, cars, bad round-about art, clouds and a storm in the distance. What I see in my mind is what is unseen, and as I keep heading west, I know that peace is around a few corners. And, I'm willing to head into the storm clouds to reach it.
No one is immune from the storms of life. We can face the dark clouds of brokenness, addictions, heartache, loss, failed relationships or depression. Each storm can be different from the next and before we know it, we're unable to see anything but the darkness that surrounds us. I believe it's in these moments that each of us struggles to find peace.
As far back as I can remember I have found great peace in the mountains and it probably has something to do with the fact that I grew up surrounded by them. There is something to be said for feeling closer to God the higher up the mountain you go. At least for me anyway. I know for certain that peace is there because I've felt it, breathed it and walked it. I've experienced it.
I have faith that even when I can't see the mountains they are still there. I know without a doubt that when the storm passes those snow-capped peaks will still be standing just as majestically as they were before. And as I head west down that winding road, my peace is still just a few moments away.
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