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

It’s not always possible to take someone out of his circumstances. His world. But it is possible to put yourself in his world. And that’s perhaps all that is needed for him to move himself out of the mess he finds himself in.

For some sort of reason we have missed what we were born for…

We were born to give. But somehow we mistake it with a mandate that we need to change people. We werent born to change people. That’s not our responsibility. That’s Gods’.

We were born to give.

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This is the story of SGT Michael Goss. He is living with post dramatic stress disorder. He cant sleep at night. He gets anxiety attacks and his marriage is going through war as well.

Why? Not only because he killed an innocent 8 year old but also maybe because he killed himself. His soul.

He most probably started to suppress his feelings when they told him that it is fine. That everything will be sorted out afterwards.

We do the same. We suppress so many feelings because other people tell us that we should do now and deal with the consequences later.

Perhaps that is one of the many reasons we can’t sleep at night, we have anxiety attacks or our marriages fail.

Because we suppress our feelings and kill ourselves

Just perhaps…

me.

We all have a home. A guardian of our identity. If we come to think of the place we grew up in, we realize it played a massive part of who we are today. It gave us identity. It speaks of us and to us, whether it be sorrow, pain, joy, laughter, performance, pressure, love, hatred, divorce or unity.

But somehow we allowed our physical homes to shape and condition our perception of what the real world is supposed to be like. We’ve come to think that life will always just remain a reflection of our homes. And we accept it that way. We perform. We strive. We struggle. We burn out.

But there is more to this story…

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