There’s something about mountains. The journey to the top. The majestic displays when you get there. And the sense of aliveness as the beauty sinks in.

But it’s never really about climbing or running up the biggest mountain. Is it? It’s not about being the fastest, the strongest or the biggest. There’s something else to it…

Perhaps it has more to do with the fact that we are human beings and that it is part of our DNA makeup. Perhaps it’s about the search for something that is bigger than ourselves. And once we get there, we realize how insignificant we are as human beings.

Perhaps God planted this desire in our hearts to summit mountains [career, relationships, dreams], just so that we can realize how small we are and big He is.

Perhaps, that’s what gives the summits of our lives real beauty and value…

Steyn