Our Mountain – Cassi Piper

Posted by on Jun 25, 2013 in Blog | 0 comments

Our Mountain – Cassi Piper

I recently attended a memorial service for my dear friend’s father who passed away. It was a wonderful opportunity for me to hear about a man whom I hadn’t the honor of meeting but had heard so much about. There was laughter and tears and healing as we all heard stories about his life and family.

The most moving part for me was when my friend described her relationship with her father and what it meant to her. When she was young her father seemed to her a towering figure, one that evoked awe and intimidation in her heart. Though an emotionally distant man, he loved the Colorado mountains where my friend’s family spent her early years and her most favorite memories are of hiking and camping with her dad in the foothills.

As she grew older my friend began to make earnest attempts to understand her father, a man who had served in the Vietnam War and whose outlook on life had hardened as a result of what he had experienced there. She appreciated his strong work ethic, something he passed down to her and her siblings and discovered that he loved his family dearly even if at times he struggled to show it. Over time she no longer saw his strength as intimidating, but rather a source of refuge as she faced the many storms of life.

She likened her growing relationship with her father as one gets to know a mountain. At first the mountain looms over you, tall, ominous and seemingly insurmountable. Then you gather the courage to camp at its base and though you still find it mysterious and at times terrifying, you begin to appreciate the breadth of the mountain’s strength and beauty. Eventually you begin taking risks, first hiking the well worn foot trails, and then making paths of your own. With each new step you gain a greater sense of exploration and discovery that after many years finds you at the summit, surrounded by views that take your breath away. It is at that moment that the mountain becomes your mountain.

Towards the end of his life, after many years of investing in their relationship, my friend was grateful to say that her dad had become her mountain. He no longer was a distant man to her but a loving, supportive and generous friend.

It is my hope that as we invest in our relationship with God that one day we too will reach the summit of His love and claim him as our God. That we will be willing to take risks in obedience and faith and venture further into His understanding than we ever have before. That He will become our true source of refuge and strength as we face times of trial. Then one day when we meet Him face to face it will be like getting together with a cherished friend who never left our side.

And to Mandy, in your time of great loss, know that you are one of my mountains and it is an honor to call you friend. You are immensely loved by your Heavenly Father and I know that He is taking special care of your daddy until you meet again.

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