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THE LAST MOUNTAIN TOP Darrel Bird, Oregon
A very short time when
it seems we have obtained the victory and I can sit up there out look out
over forever and nothing can touch me. These are precious
times with God when he takes me out of the valley and up the mountain to the
clear clean air, where ever fiber of my being sings a song of well being. The times actually
have been few and far between. Most of the time it has been trial and heat of
battle, lost in the forest where I can’t see two feet ahead and where the
enemy seeks to destroy me on every side. When the smoke lays thick to obscure
my vision and I look around for comfort most welcome from any direction,
trials to try my soul to exhaustion, this is where the enemy lives and this
is where the battle is fought. Every single time
during that 38 years by the time I had fought my way into that jungle of rot
and combat, I had forgotten what the last mountain top was like, so valley
after valley I have fought across these 38 years. Recently God again has
taken me out of the valley onto the mountain top and I sat there basking in
his glory but this time I knew that it would only be for a short while until
I would be slipping and sliding my way back down that mountain that I sat on,
after 38 years even I learn. As I sat their huffing
and puffing just trying to get my breath, I knew. I sat there this time and
prayed “Lord just give me a little more time before I have to go, but true to
form after two days of that I felt myself slipping down toward the valley
floor and again I prayed “Just a little more time Lord” and it seemed the
Lord spoke to my spirit and said ever so gently “Son, you have to pick up your
gear and move on out.” So today I find myself
back down in that valley right in the heat of battle, opposition seeming to
come from every side, but this time the Lord let me know something else, a
few more valleys and soon I will cross a valley and up the other side but
this time there will be no more valleys and I will never come down off that
mountain again to fight in the heat and the stink of battle. Be encouraged oh
Saints of God where ever you are in the heat of battle, the stink of the
smoke and the fog, you may even be in that last valley, I may even be in that
last valley, you may be on foreign mission lands and or pastor or teacher or
layman and sometimes feel so alone, but there are others who fight with you
in that valley of death and destruction, our commander the Lord Jesus Christ
leading onward to that last mountain top. Some, when they read
this will wonder what on earth that kook is talking about, some will shake
their heads in affirmative. Darrel
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