Don’t climb Everest. Climb Calvary.

I still am very self-centered. I can’t help it.

There’s a wall I cannot breach.

My flaws rise up like a Mt. Everest I cannot imagine climbing.

“Don’t climb Everest, Ann. Climb Calvary.”

One drop of sweat at a time.

One “Yes, Lord” at a time.

One “I’m sorry, please forgive me” at a time.

One healing at a time.

One tear at a time.

One grace at a time.

One embrace at a time.

The Incarnate Word made His journey from the manger to the cross this way;

So will I, with my little hand in His.