I learned one more lesson on the mountain. We were on a mountain, climbing up, up, up, but there were other mountains all around, surrounding us. We could have chosen to climb one of those mountains, but we didn't. We climbed the one with the refuge halfway up the mountain. There are many mountains in life that we could choose to climb, and they will all be difficult, but not all of them will be the right mountain. Not all of them will have a refuge, a haven where we can stop and rest. That's why it's so important to stay close to the stream, so we know which mountains to tackle, so that we won't keep climbing and then find that we have no place of rest, nothing to do but keep climbing toward a goal that God never intended for us to try and reach.
If we stay close to the stream, we can expend our strength on the right goals, being satisfied by the source of water ever by our side. And at times there may even be a bright meadow full of fruit waiting once we pass through the trees.
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