Pray through each step. The storm rages around you. It touches you with stinging force. The waters gathering and rush the trail, covering sure footing. Dark angry clouds flash and boom right here- while you are out in the open. Uncovered, unprotected from the seemingly unpredictable sparking search for an outlet. Cold invades your limbs, fingers become numb and painful to the constant opening and closing of fists to ward off hypothermia.
The storm doesn't stop with our pleadings. The hail continues to humble. Bushes are ill-equipped to shelter. All we can do is run from it. The whole mountain to descend. The rod, a constant prayer out loud: "please help us, please help us. Help our bodies, help our knees, help our feet, please help us, please help us. Thank you, thank you, thank you for helping us. Desperate humbling.
Blessed with sturdy feet on the river trail. A moving target for electricity trying to find the tallest. Strength to run for 3 hours and more miles. Protection for weak knees to hold out. Mountain held in place from sliding. Extra unseen protection in clothes purposely worn for protecting. He didn't take away the storm, even with our faithful, fervent pleadings. He strengthened us and used our reliance to take each step.
His earth, his children, his power, our experience. Opportunity to turn to him. How to be grateful? Whimsy thanks soon to fade with distraction. Life moves forward off the mountain. Bodies remove the reminders as they miraculously repair and heal. Tender feelings shrink and callous over the urgency of humble dependence.
We went up to the mountain and found him.
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