Am I blind, or is it just dark outside?

I have been thinking a lot about my last post. I wrote that when I was standing on a large hill, everything looked really clear. It's funny how that happens. You get to a point on your journey where everything makes sense; where you feel like everything you have been through up to that point was worth it, because it led you there. You can see so much beauty that lies ahead. Standing on a mountain makes those dark valleys look so small. The thick of mangled trees that will eventually threaten your view of the sunset seem to blend in with the horizon. It's funny how that happens, isn't it? How the dark makes light so awe-inspiring.

I think the mountains we come across are the purest form of God's grace. We struggle for so long, and finally we get to a point where he shows us what it is we are walking towards. He brings us just high enough to see His view of our lives. Then slowly, we make our way back down towards the forest. I kind of like it there. It's scary, yes, but each time I face a new predator (each one bigger than the last), and I discover that I am capable of beating it to a pulp. Were there trophies for all my victories, my living room would look like some sort of creepy hunter's lodge. Don't get me wrong, I have my fair share of scars as well.

I guess what I am trying to say is that the forest is the reality I am facing now. It was amazing to be on the mountain, and have a glimpse of what I am walking towards, but I can't see that picture so clearly anymore. I do have faith that when I get through the forest (holding a slightly larger trophy than before), I am going to walk up another mountain, look back, and see the beauty I have walked through. I will know in that moment that I am exactly where I was led to be.