Have you ever climbed a mountain?
Literally or figuratively?
Did you notice when you stand at the bottom of the mountain and look up…
…it all seems so overwhelming?
There are steep cliffs and crevices and many vertical miles to go and sometimes you see a foothold and sometimes the ground seems too smooth to grab traction.
You brace your shoulders and shiver slightly at the road ahead.
I can’t climb this you tell yourself. I’ll never make it. I don’t have the strength or the energy or the willpower for the journey. That mountain is unclimbable.
Calling all climbers.
This post is for you.
Last November my littlest twin had eye surgery for a detached retina.
She and her sister were born almost three months prematurely and her blood vessels never developed properly behind the eye. We had no idea. We had her tested when she was smaller and she had eye check-ups every year with great reports and 20/20 vision.
Until one day she noticed her vision in one eye was blurry and there were dark spots in the corners.
We rushed her to the doctor’s office where tests revealed she had a detached retina.
The next day she had emergency eye surgery to repair it.
She was so brave. She didn’t flinch. She grabbed my hand and held on tightly and stared up at me with big blue eyes so full of courage and determination. They put a cap on her blonde curls and a patch over her eye and tucked her tightly into the hospital bed and rolled her into surgery.
I remember standing there watching the doors close behind the cart and dissolving into tears….
….grasping for understanding.
She healed quickly after the surgery.
We were hopeful. Her sight returned and the blurriness faded and her smile was back bigger than ever.
Six weeks after the first surgery, we went in for a follow-up visit and discovered we had to have another operation.
And then another surgery four weeks later.
It was heartbreaking.
Her smile dimmed a little and her blue eyes clouded over and her heart was sad and I watched as my tiny, four foot nine inch fighter struggled. She couldn’t go to school. She couldn’t play basketball or jump or leap or cartwheel or dance….
The mountain looked so high and so steep and so unclimbable.
But we faced it together.
It wasn’t easy. It was hard. It was painful and sorrowful and gut-wrenching and there were days when I’d hit my knees with the sadness of it all.
But over time, painstakingly, gradually…
….we stared down that mountain with every tiny step.
Every foothold. Every minute. Every hour.
And then slowly we watched as the impossible became possible.
The steps became stronger.
The hopeless became hopeful.
The impassable became the road well-traveled.
Last week we left the doctor’s office with an incredible report.
Her eye looked awesome. The retina was still attached after several months. Her sight was 20/25. The swelling had gone down and best of all….
…she could finally run.
We celebrated with Chick Fil-A and high fives and laughter and giggles and on the way home she played me a song.
A song that got her through the darkest days.
A song that made her believe in herself.
A song that helped her stare down a mountain.
It’s from Britt Nicole and the lyrics go like this:
You were young
You were free
And you dared to believe
You were the girl who could change the world
Then your life took a turn and you fell and it hurt
Don’t you know?
Don’t you see?
All you need is to believe
You’re still that girl
and you’re gonna change this world
So in case you were climbing a mountain today.
In case there are steep cliffs and crevices on the road.
In case you are shivering slightly at the journey ahead.
YOU GOT THIS.
You’re still the girl.
And you’re gonna rule the world. 🙂