Looking up at the mountain

(Side note: Today is the 27th anniversary of my family's coming to the States. Read last year's entry on that subject by clicking here.)

My dad and I were talking on the phone the other day, and as I am going through some tough times at the moment he mentioned how life is all about the valleys and the mountains. I was in a valley for the past week, but God is slowly helping me out. We also discussed that, without the valleys, the mountains would not mean as much. Joy is sweeter when you've tasted the bitterness of pain. It is a sad but true part of life. Of course, when I am in the valley, I don't want to be in the valley -- isn't that always the way? But when I reach the top of that mountain (when, Lord?) I will look back down and smile, and I will give praise to God for helping me make the climb. Today's verse (at the right) is just perfect for today. "This poor man called, and the LORD heard him; he saved him out of all his troubles." ~Psalm 34:6

Today I have a beautiful song in my head called Good to Me by Craig Musseau. We were singing at our weekly Prayer & Praise the other night, and it gave me so much peace:

I cry out for your hand of mercy to heal me

I am weak, and I need your love to free me

O Lord, my rock

My strength in weakness

Come rescue me, oh Lord

You are my hope

Your promise never fails me

And my desire is to follow you forever

For you are good

For you are good

For you are good to me

For you are good

For you are good

For you are good to me