I always find when I come back from a conference, like Blissdom, or a retreat…or even a trip, it’s like coming down from the mountaintop. Up there, the air is fresher and it’s easier to breathe. Up there, your perspective is clearer and you can see miles away. You get a glimpse of a blissful future and because you’re up high, sometimes a road map on how to get there, begins to unfold. It’s a bit dreamy and romantic. Up there, the voices in the valley are quieter and you are left alone with your thoughts. You get in touch with yourself again…apart from the day to day roles you play. Your head is in the clouds and the picture you see, seems so clear, without obstructions.
You have to come back to the reality of the day to day. At first you enter the “valley” with renewed vigor, goals, to do lists…to get closer to that vision you glimpsed on the mountaintop. But, over time, you get overwhelmed with routines, chores, other mundane to do lists and you feel as if that vision gets blurred and begins to fade. You can get discouraged, overwhelmed and begin to wonder if what you saw on the mountaintop was a figment of your imagination…you begin to wonder if you made it all up in your head.
I know people who hop from mountaintop to mountaintop, trying to hold on to the high. I get it. I love those peaks (I even got married on one!), I believe in those moments, but I’ve also learned to appreciate the day to day for the gift that it is.
The “valley” is complex and beautiful. It’s rich with personality, relationships, colors, textures, structures and music. It hums and sings it’s own rhythm. Sometimes it’s so rhythmic, it lulls you to sleep, but the tune always changes. It has to. There’s so much input and stimulation for the melody to stay the same. The valley is where we pound out, walk out that path…that leads to the vision, the dream. Yeah, it’s hard and tedious…I could insert Miley’s “It’s the Climb” right here, but I won’t…it takes work and sacrifice.
The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination. ~Don Williams Jr.
The mountain strengthens us through the climb and inspires us by the view. The valley teaches us tenacity, hardwork, perseverance and often patience. But, it’s usually the time in the valley that gets it done…that gets us closer to our vision or dream.
In Jon Acuff’s new book Quitter, he calls it the “hustle”. (Read Chapter 6) It’s the simple hustle that gets us closer to our dream.
I don’t know about you, after long seasons in the valley, when I make it to another mountaintop, I appreciate what I see and feel, all the more. And, I begin to look at the mountain view from the perspective of the valley. I think we need them both.
Which do you prefer, the mountaintop or the valley? Or have you come to appreciate both?

















I suppose in this analogy, I’d have to say I was a valley girl. (Like, totally can’t believe I just said that!)
I’m not keen on “highs” at all.
However, I love the journey, and I don’t want to “root” like a tree in one spot. I would enjoy the trek up the mountainside; and I would enjoy the view at the top; but I would also enjoy the meander back down. . .
Love that…meandering on down…and not being rooted in one spot. You’re giving me things to think about this morning, thank you.
last week in California, without kids & having time to myself, to hear the voice within…it was ethereal. I valued that time and didn’t want to come back to reality; but, as I was walking down the mountain toward the plane departure…my heart was ready for the valley. To see my girls. Walk this valley with them & Ben & my friends. You’re right, the valley can be difficult, or sometimes boring & tedious. I find when my eyes are fixed on the mountain, or the dun road before me, while neglecting to see the beauty on the trails…my heart is discontent & bitter.
Reading some Nouwen on walking in solitude, extending love through it. Knowing that lonely times breeds the beauty of solitude. I want that place. Like Jesus going away on the Sea of Galilee to have time alone, and yet the crowds followed him. Isn’t that motherhood, life. Spend so much time trying to get away, but Jesus had compassion on them. I want to be like him.
P.S. sorry for the longwinded response
Beautiful friend. Time alone in solitude is on my bucket list!