vision and mountains.

Yesterday afternoon I was talking to my mother about the latest in tests and procedures for my dad. He’s been going through scans and tests and other opinions to ensure that he gets the best care possible. We’re so blessed that his prognosis is so positive and that we all have so many wonderful people loving and praying for our family. Toward the end of the conversation, my mom admonished me to remain positive and in prayer. I told her that it would all be alright. She told me that I didn’t sound convinced. I replied that it’s kind of like driving through the mountains for me sometimes.

We live in a place surrounded by mountains. And as much as I appreciate their beauty, when I’m driving through them, they are a bit overwhelming. Like when we’ve had a blizzard or ice. My faith-vision knows that I am going to get through the mountain roads and see the ground again. My eye-vision is like, I can’t see anything but mountaintop and trees and it’s a LONG way down. I know my dad is going to be alright. It’s just that every now and then  I’m looking at cancer and surgery and it’s a long way down.