The Climb

There’s always going to be another mountain
I’m always going to want to make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes you going to have to lose,
Ain’t about how fast I get there,
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s The Climb


This is the chorus of a Hannah Montanna song ,,,which I love btw. To me it reminds me of life. I feel we are all climbing our own mountain. Our time on earth is a time for us to grow.

Looking back on my life so far Im not sure how far up my mountain I am. I think Ive come to a flat part of it and need to sit there and rest and see what God has instore for me next. Im guilty of always wanting to climb but Im beginning to learn that its ok to sit down n take a rest. Not only is it ok but its important too because when you keep climbing you get tired n start stumbling.

I equate reaching the top with our journey being done n we hopefully return to God much wiser and stronger then when we left. We have completed our lives purpose. We get knocks along the way but we also get helped along the mountain when needed.

With age I guess Im beginnig to realise that God plays a bigger part in our lives then we know. He has a plan for each n everyone one of us which sometimes is a bit like moris code to work out.

Looking back over my life things have happened that I just cant put down to coinendance. I talked about the girls last week and I have no doubt in my mind that God sent them to me. What if Id went on my day to Portrush n hadnt rethought saying no to that social worker the morning she rang bout Moe??? I believe the angels where the ones whispering in my ear the whole way down there on the train. What if Id stuck to my decision that I wasnt foatering again?? Els would been fostered by someone else. God and the angels knew better then me and helped me overcome my human fears and go ahead with their plan.

Theres been times in my life that I wanted to fight with God that I couldnt understand why life was so hard when I was trying my best. My dad died when I was 8 years old. I remember the fear most of all. Its scary to have your perfect world knocked at such an early age. I think now it was my preparation to parent Moe. I know how she felt after her parents death...I knew how to comfort her n lead her along my mountain with me. My mum was such a rock to us all. She reared us four kids on her own with very little money or support i guess but she did such a good job. I respect her with all my being and she has been my role model. So yes God had an important job for me to do...but he didnt set me to it with no training.

I believe very much in angels. I think they are Gods messengers and are just waiting for us to ask for their help. We have been given free will and the angels wont interfere but if we need help we just got to ask. The last year or so Ive been reading about them n its very interesting. I guess im learning everyday n theres times i cant hear them. Its why Im sitting calmly on my mountain n trying to listen.

Im at a crossroads. I dont know what to do next so Im doing nothing. Im keeping all channels open n just resting and enjoying the girls. Ive a feeling Im going to be starting to climb again soon but Im not in a rush.