Have you ever reached a season when life stopped making sense?
You were still moving.
Answering messages.
Helping people.
Doing what needed to be done.
But somewhere inside, you were quietly asking:
Where am I?
How did I get here?
And which way do I go now?
We often talk about life as though it were a ladder.
Keep climbing.
Work harder.
Reach the next level.
Never go backward.
But human life rarely behaves that politely.
I have begun to see it differently.
I call it the Mountain of Life.
Sometimes we are walking along a bright ridge, able to see where we have been and where we might go next.
Sometimes we are in the Valley, surrounded by fog, exhaustion, grief, illness, or uncertainty.