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May 5, 2013

Standing on this mountaintop
Looking just how far we’ve come
Knowing that for every step
You were with us

I know we’ve reached a mountaintop. I can breathe more freely than I have in two and a half years. How far we’ve come indeed. Feels like we’ve lived a thousand years and walked a million steps. I’ve let go and pressed in. I’ve smiled genuine. Knowing. Knowing is the battle. Knowing that what could be used for evil, You have used for good. Our good. Even in those valley drifts and shadowed places, You were Emmanuel. We see another set of little footprints now because he, with our hands, is walking. He, with our patient guiding, is talking. 

Kneeling on this battle ground
Seeing just how much You’ve done
Knowing every victory
Was Your power in us

But I haven’t forgotten the battleground. Knee to earth, hands to grass, I feel the place where my heart bled, my knees scraped, our future pierced me through. Eyes closed, my body trembles through the earthquake where we felt life shift. I couldn’t know then what sweet victories we were fighting for. But You knew and You know, even as the next battleground slumbers. 

Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Yes, our hearts can say

Like a small child proud of her battle wounds, these scars attest to great joy and greater grace. To a soul reformed and repurposed for You. Scars that carve out grace and wisdom and peace permanently on my soul’s skin. Your handiwork of a tattoo on my heart, which will forever know, really know that…

Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful

Your love is unfailing. You loved us through people’s kindnesses and generosity. You loved us through hope and prayer. You loved us through mercies of grace upon grace. You surrounded us with so many people. So many sojourners. So much love. So much goodness. So much. And we share this mountain top, this season of goodness with them. For without them, apart from You, we might not have.

Carried by Your constant grace
Held within Your perfect peace
Never once, no, we never walk alone

Carried and held when the darkness was its darkest. When grief was its hardest. When fear held its greatest sway. When the distance seemed too great. When we mourned our fading dreams. Carried and held. Constantly and perfectly. 

Every step we are breathing in Your grace
Evermore we’ll be breathing out Your praise
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful

Lyrics in bold: Matt Redman’s “Never Once”

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