The Certainty of God’s Witness. this is He who came by the water and blood – Jesus Christ; not only by water, but by water and blood. And it is the Spirit who bears witness, because the Spirit is truth. For there are three that bear witness in heaven: the Father, the Word, and the Holy Spirit; and these three are one. And there are three that bear witness on earth: The Spirit, the water, and the blood; and these three agree as one. 1John 5:6-8
“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” my alarm clock screams.
I arise with the sunlight creeping in through the shades polishing a shadow of the mountain I am about to conquer. I get ready in a hurry with the electricity shooting throughout my body. Full of the excitement and anticipation, I stare at Eureka Mountain – my place of pleasure, my place of peace, my place of solitude. The significance of this summit lies deep within my heart; once more I step foot at the base of this mountain, but with a different purpose. A purpose not of fear or redemption, but a purpose to see His divine creation, to listen, to hear, and to soak in His presence of peace.
Three years ago, I hiked this mountain searching for my purpose and will for my life. My boat was rocking and I needed Him to calm the waters. I was so negative about everything, this hike was on the last of my list. I trudged on, scooting my feet every step, like a little kid when his mother says no.
But the Lord does funny things when I’m grumpy. My eyes were slowly opening to the beauty of the magnificent meadows on the side of the mountain. My soul was awakening. Like the movies, I watched the pollen and petals dance as the wind brushed them up and they flowed across my face. The smell gently pushed my imagination into a world of meadows and colors with peaceful animals dancing to the songs of the birds.
I open my eyes and I’m there again, in the beautiful moment of His majestic kingdom – so peaceful, so wonderful. This hike is truly breathtaking, even more incredible than the first. My eyes are open, seeing creation for what it’s worth. The light continues to shine bright after a fresh rain the night before. I am hurdling through the mud, laughing as I trip and fall. I have mud covering the entirety of my face, as if someone shoved a pie squarely into my face; yet it doesn’t taste as good!
The cheers and laughter fuel my body with energy. I start to run, faster and faster; I pick up my knees, jumping over roots, bounding onto boulder after boulder. I feel as quick as a deer, light on my toes and alert, truly part of the wild.
The greenness of this mountainside exemplifies peace. The treasury of His Kingdom is vibrant within the liveliness of the trees. The wind softly whispers through the trees that gently touch my ears with soft music – music that makes me want to hop from cloud to cloud so gracefully. The peace is a gentle rush of tingles from head to toe of delight. The playful notes of music are shown by the swaying of the flowers, grass, and branches from side to side. The peace of this incline diffuses the pain of this hike. It softens the load to enjoy it joyfully.
After the meadow, I had a taste of joy again, like a little boy sipping hot chocolate because he’s afraid of burning his tongue, yet knowing it would be rich and creamy. Still moving along, I saw an eagle soar above me. I watched him and wondered how long he had been searching. His cry mirrored my tone. I was longing for redemption. I was soaring to find answers as he was soaring to find his. I was in need of the light, but I was trapped in a dark corner. The depression, sun-deprivation, and sickness are the realities of Alaska’s dark winters. I was stuck in the snow, slipping into the ice, slowly losing myself to the darkness…
To push my mood over the edge, it started to downpour. Just as the eagle took cover, I tucked under a tree wishing I never started this hike. The heavy drops on the eaves of the trees were a reflection of my life at this season. Each drop added another pound to the tree, weighing it down by the shoulders. the harder it began to fall the harder it was for the tree to stand straight. With the hail, my roots are slowly sprouting out, but not completely as I gripped the last shred of hope, strength, and faith I had. After the rain, the smell consumed my mind, like a drug. It held me captive to the smell of cinnamon from the pines and the richness of the wilderness trees as if Christmas were in a cup. The freshness from the rain revived those precious feelings of life. The solemn attitude I thought during the rain was not redundant in new life.
My body ached, my knees trembled, my breath was short as I climbed the last hundred yards on all fours. Just as I had no air left in my lungs, the scenery of the view took my breath away. I watched as the clouds revealed the glow and magnificent glacier. The colors of bright blues, dark purples, and white shined so brightly in the sun. The clouds made it seem like the glacier was floating in the sky for only my eyes to see. That was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
Tears streamed down my face so quickly that it could have added an overflow into the river below me. The rushing river resembled Himm and His gift to me. As it washed over the rocks, it provided cleanliness and purification, just as He died for me and washed me clean. With a sudden jolt of excitement, i ran down the mountain toward the river as fast as I could, with nothing holding me back. I knew what I had to do. Once I touched the base of the river, I felt something brush over me. My heart rate slowly dropped. I said a soft prayer and dunked into the river and left everything behind. I was made clean and new in HIM. He will always be my living water.
“He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”John 7:38
|Photo of Tristyn, taken in Talkeetna, Alaska|
For I will pour water on him who is thirsty. And floods on the dry ground; I will pour my Spirit on your descendants, And My blessing on your offspring;Isaiah 44:3