A Higher Place to Tread

Last year was tough and this year is shaping up to be about the same, while I can’t speak to your specific need or heart ache, I know that there is a higher place to tread than this hard world we live in. Much like the deer in this image, our spirits are gaunt, barely able to survive on the scarce grass and leaves left over from the long, dry, and hot summer.

Only the strongest have survived and they are weakening. What hope is there under such an aggressive hand as that of our God? So often it seems pressed upon us, it seems to crush us, even to death. Where is hope, where is strength, where is the green grass for our souls to feast upon? Truly the feast does not lie in the valley, but upon the mountain, on the heights, but alas, for how shall we reach it for we cannot acceded upon our own clumsy feet.

Tread on High by Tyler van der Hoeven

Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
God, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer’s;
he makes me tread on my high places.
Habakkuk 3:17-19

We must be fitted, we must be changed to wear the feet of the deer, that we may nimble leap up the cliffs of life to the high places, where we may feast in joy upon God Himself. We will rise above the fleeting pleasures and desires of this life to rejoice in the God of our salvation, in Him who, though he strike our resources, freely pours out His all sufficient grace and mercy on our souls. The feast awaits, will you tread higher?