Higher Heights

There are places on this planet that man was never meant to touch.  Vistas that rise above the clouds.  Deep recesses where only lost ships go to die.  Our eyes and hearts long for these places when we see the pictures or hear the descriptions.  But I don’t think they were meant for everyone.  

Everest?  Well it takes a special kind of determination, spirit and insanity to take on such a climb.  And there are those who have reached the zenith of these places.  But only a handful.

What does this mean?  Maybe we’re to savor the views we have.  Still strive for more and greater heights, but realize that we can be content in knowing the places we’ve climbed.  I drive over to Dahlonega in north Georgia every week.  When I crest the hill going into the town, there is this wall of beauty.  The mountains that sit as a backdrop to this small town.  I am still just as amazed in the view as I was when I first realized it. 

I may not reach the top of each of these, but I know I’ve placed my feet on the summit of at least 4.  Maybe God just wants me to know that there’s always more out there.  Something to continue to press on and find.

Those places that my feet may not touch are still there.  I hope that they remain as unscathed as possible.  That the men and women who do climb their heights are those with determination and perseverance.  I hope to be one of these.

To traverse a little more of what’s in front of me.