I've had a difficult day. It's left me deflated. And tired.
Every once in a while I am reminded by someone,
whether by that certain glance or the quick look away,
by the gossip mill, which MEANS well, you know
however it happens
that people haven't forgotten that I did something Bad.
And I shouldn't forget it, little Missy!
I am a woman who is digging her fingernails into the side of the mountain,
trying to climb back to the top
who has cried from the stress and strain of it
who, at one time, thought about giving up
but got braver and started to climb again
and who occasionally thinks I might see the summit
And then just like in a James Bond film
someone comes along and cuts my ropes.
And I fall a little, but never as far as I did the last time.
You see, I've been developing mental muscles from all of that climbing.
I didn't cry this time, which is great progress.
I thought about what I know of myself Now
Not then, when everything fell apart.
That My Savior Tore The Veil
That he hung on the cross and took away all sin from all times
That he sacrificed himself so that all people could experience
and my favorite
SO to all of the haters,
remember what your preacher taught you last Sunday
(I know a lot of you go to church!
This is a pretty small town after all)
And regardless of ropes being cut and crampons being removed
even though this climb is taking a Long Time
I plan to reach the summit
I have God as my mountaineer.
All photos from We Heart It and Flickr