I am an overcomer


The other day I watched my brother in law crawl through the snow with my two-year-old nephew Benji and it taught me something profound about our Heavenly Father. It had snowed the night before and we woke up to a beautiful blue sky day with settled snow on a nearby hill. So we headed out in a pickup truck for the ‘slopes’ to do some tobogganing! My-four-year old niece Annabel was particularly game and trudged up the hill, toboggan in one hand, mine in the other. Despite having to wade through snow almost as deep as her legs, she was loving it. Benji, however, was having none of it. Soon after we arrived he was issuing the directive ‘down’ with increased regularity! He had absolutely no interest in scaling the mountain. Soon Benji had lost it, arms and legs flailing, desperate to give up, go home, or be carried. At this point James (his Dad) got on his hands and knees next to Benji and suggested crawling. Together they crawled all the way to the top. Victory complete James towed him gently down on the toboggan. 


Now James could have easily picked Benji up and carried him to the top of the hill and made the tobogganing trip far more enjoyable and smooth for all involved, but his eyes were on something greater than ease and comfort. He was wanting to introduce little Benji to perseverance! 

Gosh! It hit home hard. How many times have I had tears streaming, arms and legs flailing, wishing God could just whisk me up and out of the present struggle, or carry me to the top of the proverbial mountain. But instead of whisking us away from the trouble, God often gets on His hands and needs and crawls up beside us, at our pace. So that when we get the top, however much later, we have a victory under our belt, a story of perseverance and endurance, a new mountain that we have conquered. Having done it once, we know that we can do it again and even climb a bigger one. We can also help someone up that mountain, as we know the way. 

It can be easier said than done, as when you are in the whirlwind blizzard on the side of the mountain, with no end in sight, rescue is oh so appealing. But how satisfying to later look at the mountain, from beside the fire, knowing you got to the top, you persevered, you conquered. Rather than looking out at a mountain range of abandoned adventures, which were just a bit too hard. I want to be a spiritual mountaineer- training on the Brecon Beacons, then the Alps, then the Himalayas, knowing that if Everest dawns, I can do it. With God by my side, crawling if needs be, one step at a time, we will get there!

Thea Muir