Fiction By Mikaela Grace // 8/29/2016

I sit here. I stand here. It is my lookout, my view. On this mountain edge it is the only place that remains the same... it is secure. And when life changes in difficult ways, I need something secure to grasp onto that will pull me through. And this is what my mountain edge does.
It is plain, very plain. It is difficult to climb but then so is life. To reach my mountain edge one must start at the very bottom and with a great deal of determination make their way to the top by scaling upwards. True it is dangerous, but sometimes danger doesn't matter to you when you just want to escape life for a little. And escaping life for a little, to me, means coming up here where no one else comes, to breathe the air up here that no one else breathes and to look out at the view that no one else sees. And for a moment, in that moment, I lose the other world I live in, and I pick up a limitless one. As I breathe in the air my chest feels free, and my mind lets go of life's limitations. My dreams that are pushed up in the back of my head are unleashed and they soar. My face is pink and fresh from the crisp air. I let loose my hair and a triumphant wind arises, making it fly wildly around my face.
And although the journey up can make me ragged and filthy, I feel cleaner than before because I have given my cares to God.
1 Peter 5:7
"Cast all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you."



Mikki, this is beautiful. The imagery is perfect.
There is no struggle too difficult to reach a perfect peace in the Lord. :)
Oh and I think you meant *soar; not sore. ;)

Damaris Ann | Tue, 08/30/2016

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Thanks Damaris

Thank you! Oh and yes that was a spelling mistake, I'll go change it
thanks for commenting :)

Mikaela Grace | Tue, 08/30/2016

Do Justice//Love Mercy//Walk Humbly


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