My family and I are hiking along a mountain trail. They are excited and happy, but I struggle with dark feelings of failure over my son's decision to live apart from God. The sun shines, the trees seem to clap their hands and the meadow grasses bend to sing their song. But I cling to depression.
We set up camp, then climb a ridge to discover what is on the other side. the trail is backbreaking We are tired and thirsty, but still we climb upwards and discover a lake of shining waters hidden in the folds of the tree clad mountains.
We drink deeply, catch frogs and admire dragon flies. But it seems my Lord is trying to tell me something. I cannot quite make out what it is.
I leave my family and cross to the other side of the lake. I walk along the lake's edge, where I meet a mother ewe and her lamb slaking their thirst in the cold glacial waters.
Suddenly my Shepherd is there. His eyes shine with love. He sees my bitter self-inflicted wounds, my sadness and hurt. With gentle hands, He tenderly touches my pain and I begin to learn His beautiful mountain song.
--His Mountain Song, copyright ©1981 by Eva J. Gibson
Would you like to read more? This is an excerpt from a manuscript written long ago. I am considering re-writing it as an allegory to submit to a publisher. What do you think?