Angi and I went up into the hills above San Francisco, and Hannah Hurnard’s “Hinds Feet on High Places,” came to mind again:
“‘O Shepherd. You said you would make my feet like hinds’ feet and set me upon High Places.’
‘Well,’ he answered, ‘the only way to develop hinds’ feet is to go by the paths which the hinds use’ . . . The Shepherd laughed. ‘I love doing preposterous things. Why, I don’t know anything more exhilarating and delightful than turning weakness into strength, and fear into faith, and that which has been marred into perfection . . . That is my special work,’ he added with the light of a great joy in his face. ‘Transforming things—to take Much-Afraid, for instance, and to transform her into—’ He broke off and then went on laughingly, ‘Well, we shall see later on what she finds herself transformed into.’”
Keep climbing, friends.