This beauty, however, comes with a cost! That hill, though it may be pleasing to the eyes winding up that hill, in the winter, it's a beast! This morning, I met a member of my staff at the bottom of this hill, and we hiked up this quarter mile drive in snow boots, as our cars could not make the incline.
As I began to huff and puff (listen...I just got through Thanksgiving and Christmas, and the imbalance of food and exercise had taken its toll), it made me think that my journey up this hill was nothing when compared to the painstaking journey my Savior made up His hill.
He traveled a hill that was not part of a picturesque scene. He was tired, bloody, dehydrated, and in much pain. Yet, not going up that hill was not an option. Something kept motivating Him, urging Him up that hill, to continue to put one foot in front of the other...just one more time. It was me. It was you.
I don't think I can ever drive up that hill again without thinking of what He did for me. I complain about the expense of plowing and salting that hill. I complained the other day about burning so much rubber on that hill that I needed new tires. He never complained. It was worth it to Him. I was worth it to Him. You are worth it to Him.