I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help?  My help cometh from the Lord, maker of heaven and earth. (Ps. 121:1) 

Or as far as I’m concerned, I will lift my eyes to THE hill.  MY Hill. 

The Hill has been a source of great inspiration for me.  I have learned more from The Hill than ever could have imagined.  On The Hill I have seen glory and joy, pain and suffering.  From The Hill I have felt warmth.  Real love. 

I’ve always felt like I’m a little closer to God because of The Hill.  I mean, God must really love me to even GIVE me The Hill.  I’m just not your average gal.  Seriously, I’m a bit embarassed to put this in print, but in a small recess of my brain I’ve actually believed I’m a little “better” than everyone and looked upon more favorably by God because of the sheer presence of The Hill in my world.  It’s been a solid 15 years.  Through ups and downs, visits and separation, I’ve always known this:  “The love is always there”. 

Well I’ve really screwed up this time.  The Hill had a new message for me last fall.  As I’ve noted in a previous post, I may not have actually been in the right mindset to HEAR things properly (the echo was on reverb?) or DEAL with things the way I should (Whaaaat?  One more thing on my plate?).  For whatever reason (and I do like to think I had one at the moment…) I got up and ran away from  The Hill.  As I was took the first few steps away I realized I was in error.  To no avail…I ran.  Funny that I hadn’t been able to “run” in nearly two years but found the strength the scurry away from Hill. 

Well is it over now?
Do you know how to pick up the pieces and go home? (Fleetwood Mac)

No, I haven’t yet figured out how to pick up the pieces.  But I’ll keep trying.  And in the meantime, if you see The Hill, can you tell Him I’m still here?