Between Your Mountaintops
Between Your Mountaintops I’ve celebrated triumphs and I’ve stood at edges of muddy graves where graveside dirt stained my shoes. Little did I know it would stain my soul too. At times, I felt alone. Other times, I was unaware and too young to care that there were armies of prayer warriors in the background begging angels to surround my situation. I didn’t see that picture of my life until three days ago. The past few days, I cried out from the background for everyone involved in a tragedy. Every loss brings a different grief experience. Some find relief when a person’s pain ends; others embrace anger and question, “Why didn’t we give them more time to heal?” We are born with an expiration date and warned trials will try to steal our peace. (John 16:33). Knowledge doesn’t make trials and endings better. When life hurts us, we must make tough choices. We can shut down, give up Create a...