hills still to climb

Someone I know has been in a battle with her weight for over a year. She has made incredible strides, lost a lot of weight, and continues to push forward each day. Some days are harder than others, sometimes she would rather just quit. But she knows overall, the battle is worth it for herself and for her family. The thing is, if you didn’t know her, you might quickly dismiss her successes and just focus on what she still has to lose. On the hills she still has to climb.

When we see people in passing, in public and the like, we tend to cubbyhole them into categories we understand: age, gender, color, socio-economic status, etc. When we look at the people around us each day, we are looking at a person made in the image of God. A person with an ever-living-never-dying-soul who may be struggling with a battle. A person who could use your help, if you would just look past the categories.

Jesus is our beautiful example, Dear Ones.  He loved, cared for, held, and prayed for people. He met them and walked with them up the hills they still had to climb. Jesus met them, ate with them, and stayed with them. Changing their eternities forever, all because He saw them as His Heavenly Father made them. “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another (John 13:34).

So what about you, Best Beloved? Are you choosing to put people in the cubbyholes and categories you created? Or are you choosing to come alongside them and help them, encouraging them, loving them, and going with them up the hills they still have to climb?

Let’s put away our labels and take apart the cubbyhole boxes. Let us put on our hiking boots and take the hand of the one in the battle. This is how we will be the hands and feet of God for those who need Him. Finally, brothers and sisters, rejoice! Strive for full restoration, encourage one another, be of one mind, live in peace. And the God of love and peace will be with you (2 Corinthians 13:11).

 

About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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