We had this really steep hill that lead out to the main entrance of our old neighborhood. One afternoon I decided Joshua and I needed to conquer it by riding our bikes to the top.
As I peddled up the huge incline in 1st gear, I wondered why in the world I volunteered to do it! My calves were burning so bad as I spun my feet in circles, moving those pedals so fast while barely moving the tires at all. I felt like I was on a stationary bike!
As I struggled up the long hill, I tried to inspire myself by chanting this little rhyme, “Going up is a killer, but coming down will be a thriller!” Somehow focusing on the promise of coming down, helped me endure the pain of getting up.
Finally we made it to the top, caught our breath for a minute and then rode down the hill with with the wind in our faces and our feet in the air.
When we got to the bottom Joshua immediately shouted, “Hey, let’s do that again!”
“Forget it!” I thought. I wanted to ride on level ground, where only moderate effort would be required at least for a little while.
Do you ever feel like life’s mountains are gonna kill you? Does the climbing ever get so hard that you want to quit and coast for a while?
Me, too. I think God brought this story to mind today to help me climb some “steep hills” ahead of me. Maybe you are facing some, too.
Life is always full of challenges for each of us. Whether it’s our finances and getting out of debt or cutting way back on expenses. Or going to a friend and being honest about some hard things. Or setting aside extra time to spend with our kids who need more attention that we’ve been giving. Maybe it’s a tough situation at the office or in our marriage that requires the hard work of forgiveness.
Just last week I was climbing a “mountain” with one of my kids and it was breaking my heart. They had done something I clearly asked them not to do, and deceitfulness was exposed.
I needed God’s perspective. I needed a promise. So I started praying for one, and God provided. Just like the little rhyme I chanted while riding the bike up that hill, I started saying God’s words to myself out loud again and again throughout my day.
His promise gave me hope as I let it become a part of my thinking – engraved on my heart and in my thoughts – cheering me on and reminding me that this hill would be worth the climb and eventually I would see rewards on the other side.
I know that sometimes we don’t get to see the rewards on this side of Heaven or enjoy a coast downhill in certain struggles, but many times we do if we look. I sometimes just need to ask God to show me the blessings in obedience, the rewards that make our mountains worth the climb.
So, are you climbing or coasting this week? Is there a promise you’re clinging to?