by Macy Johnson
“The Lord descended to the top of
Mount Sinai
and called Moses to the top of the
mountain,
So, Moses went up.”
(Exodus 19:20 NIV)
It has
been over five weeks since I ventured up the steep staircase from the main floor of our home to my
piano/writing studio on the second floor. Fractures
in my pelvis have healed enough for me to climb stairs again. With great
anticipation, I look forward to slowly making my way up the staircase, left
hand on the banister and right hand on my cane.
My husband
agreed to carry up items I need from downstairs until I can maneuver more
deftly and safely. It is the beginning of a new adventure with the help of my
heavenly Father and Jeff.
As a young
person, I remember the excitement of the Jeffersons on their TV show as they
sang that they were “movin’ on up” to a new apartment in New York City. Transporting
my computer and paraphernalia from the dining room table downstairs to my desk
upstairs does not compare to the Jeffersons’ relocation, but for me it is close.
Sometimes
God calls me to stop, turn around, and head in a different direction for a
while. This time an injury got my attention. He also uses visitors and other
schedule disruptions to slow me down and put me back on His track.
As I
ponder the logistics of my move back “home” to my studio, I think about the day
when Jesus will call me to my real home. The ultimate move up is what makes
every day worth living. Because He lives, I can face today, tomorrow, next
week, next month, and even next year without fear.
I will carefully
move through my days here and look forward to my ultimate move up into heaven.
I hope you will, too!
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