When I first moved to GA,I went to the mountain a couple of times, but not really wowed by it. In fact, I was quite underwhelmed. In my mind - this was not much of a mountain - more like a big rock, you can't climb it, and it has a sordid history. The park was good-looking, but it did not touch my heart either, because I was still bitter and angry to be in this state in the first place. I won't go into the reason why we moved, because it's not really the point of my post.
I'm sure there has been a time in all our lives where we are placed in an alien environment, far away from home, from people you love, and no hope of ever getting back to where you are safe and comfortable. I know I was. I was praying to God not forget and abandon me here and bring me back home. There were days when I felt like I could not stand my new life, my new city, it's people, and it's nature.
I think God spoke to my heart and reminded me of the pearls story, but I was too angry to pay attention, and like a hurt child would simply turn my heart away from the possibility of this being a wonderful beginning to my new life. Not so long ago my sister in Christ, best friend, my soul-mate and Godmother of my child came to visit me. She said that the nature, the mountain, everything about this city was beautiful. She took tons of pictures or every slope and hill and flower that we could find. We went to the mountain and took pictures there, and she could not stop talking about how amazing this place is.
I think seeing the mountain and my city from another person's eyes helped start seeing it's beauty as well. also to see my circumstance as a blessing and really a beginning, rather than the banishment from home. I know that sounds like someone of very little faith, as God would never give us more than we can handle. He also cares deeply about the little things and what makes his children happy.
At the same time, did I not pray once - God, let me do your work no matter what it takes? Let me be your instrument?
Now, as I go to the Mountain, I see God saturating that place in the colors of the trees, the sparkling of the granite floor, the scent of pines in the wind, the sound of a train in the distance, and most of all in the people who comes to visit it. It's a moving tapestry, and He lets me be part of it every time. Even if I am not having the best day, He will walk beside me quietly like a friend and a father. But most of the time we just talk, about everything and nothing at the same time. Without words - just glimpses of grace, truth, and love. There are spots on your way up that look like you are on the moon, and there are spots that make you feel like you are walking on top of the river of frozen silver. There is a spot where you can stop and rest and see the WHOLE city in front of you.
I believe that God brought me here for a reason. I don't know yet what this reason is yet or what plans he has in store for me, but I know it will be awesome. He has given me a beautiful place to live, full of amazing, kind, and joyful people. It may not be my old home, but it is my new one, and He is making it amazing.
These are my new pearls. I shall start wearing them now.