This Mountian Is High, Too High For Us

Let me open with some Lyrics that I cannot seem to get out of my head today. And although they are mostly indicative of where I seem to be at this week, there is a sense in them that I am going to attempt to describe. I do not know that I can capture the feeling in words…but thus is the quest of each writter, right?

“Sorrow came to visit us today, was the longest day, was the loniest day. Sorrow came to steal our hope away, only tears can tell of this holy hour.

This Mountains high, too high for us, this mountains high, too high for us, too high.

Sorrow came quicker than a fire, was the longest day, was the lonliest day. I feel your hand, the warmth of sweetest smile; but you slipped away through the great divide.

This Mountians high, too high for us, this mountians for us. Your ways are high, too high for us, your ways are high, too high for us.”

Now let me get to where this puts me at. Don’t get stuck on the second verse. The words are beautiful, but so only under line the chorus. See, if you could hear the way the chorus is sung, it is sung not with dispair and deflation. They are sung with courage, hope, aniticipation, anxiety, and fear, but also conviction.

“This mountain’s high, too high for us”

These are the words that resonate in my soul. And coming from a place that I am axiously holding, not really knowing or how the next few weeks will expose. Not knowing if dreams will work themselves together and be ok, or if it is already a grand mess that is simply just waiting to fall to pieces . There might be new dreams to be formed, bigger notions to harness.

I suppose I am not sure with either. In this moment, the words that are to roll off my tounge are simply said with conviction and hope “This Mountains high, too high for us.” Somehow to catch the coat tails of something grandious, landing me at the summit, giving me an majestic view.

Its a lost feeling. Knowing what I want. Not knowing if what I want is even a wise notion. And if not that, then not knowing where to go.

But in all, I suppose I do know where I want to be in the end. Wanting to be richer, fuller, wiser, and stronger. At the summit breathless, speechless, and with tears streaming down cheeks. Knowing full well that the only way that the uphill battle was endured was due to a God whose “Ways are high, too high for us.”