While I was in Peru, we lived in the desert. From the roof top of the building we called home, we could see the water of the Pacific Ocean, we could see the desert that surrounded us, and we could see the mountains that hung in the distance. On March 1st I journaled about the mountains, the clouds that hid their splendor, and standing firm in God’s plan, even if I didn’t see where it was going. Little did I know that my plans for the future, even my plans for my time in Peru, looked different then what I was anticipating. On March 2nd I was on a plane, flying home for my nephew’s funeral.

Sometimes the mountains are really clear. You can see for miles. In the distance you see new peaks, rising above the rest. Other days the clouds are thick, resting in the distance, covering the horizon in a blanket of fog. On those days the mountains are almost completely hidden. Their seemingly endless wonder waits, just beyond the clouds for the clear days to show their wonder.

And yet most days, you can see some of the mountains. You know the grandness of those that remain hidden. Those that are visible reveal just enough to remind you that behind the clouds beauty and splendor fill the horizon.

Isn’t God’s plan like that sometimes?

Some days you are confident of the future. Like the mountains on clear days, you know the direction, path, and steps to take.

Other days, you are lost in the fog, without direction. You see today and wonder where He will lead you tomorrow.

And yet most days, like the mountains, you know the wonder of the future, you know the grandness of His plan, but it lingers behind the clouds. You are secure He has called you and confident He has a plan for the future, you may know the direction, but the path isn’t always mapped out.

I am confident, no matter if I see the mountains, they are glorious and wonderful; just like the Lord’s plan for my life. This month we are situated in the mountains of the Dominican Republic. The physical surroundings couldn’t be more different then our Peruvian home. I can almost always see the lush green peaks of the mountains. As I look at the beauty that the Lord has laid before me, I am reminded that what I see is still just a portion of what God has for me. I can’t see the splendor and wonder that is His plan for my life.

In this season, I am choosing to rest in the beauty that I see, grieve what I have lost, and pursue the heart of the Father. I don’t know what’s beyond the next peak, my next season is completely hidden by the clouds.

But I know that God is always good. I know that I am loved by Him, and surely that is enough for me.

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