Switchbacks up the mountain can mean so many things. I think life in general is a continue road we travel up and down mountain. Sometimes the mountain is more of an easy hill that we climb and where life seems to move forward at a nice pace. But then there are those times where the road going up the mountain is so narrow and steep we feel we might fall off the edge plummeting to the ground below.

I know that first year after Mari died my life felt more like the later. It felt like at any time my life was going to come to a crashing halt. Life seemed to be so bleak. It was hard to find the positive in anything that first year. It is during this time that the “Footprints in the Sand” poem really made sense. It was during this time that God became my guard rail as I travel up the very steep climb out of the tragedy from the Summer of 2008.

It has only been through God’s grace that I am where I am today. As a parent who’s lost a child, I can’t imagine not having God in my life as it is He who has helped me to get through. People always comment on how strong they think I am. But I’m not, really I’m not. It is God who has given me the strength to continuing living each day. I will always miss my beloved little angel but that’s okay. I don’t think anyone would think otherwise.

For me, I’m just glad the switchbacks have significantly slowed down and my course is more back to being like hills.