January 15, 2018


Each year or so, I search for a new ring to wear. I'm not much of a jewelry person (aside from a simple heart necklace and rings, that's all I wear on a day-to-day basis) but rings are my way of subtly expressing myself and visually reminding myself of a life-changing moment or lesson in life.

On my right hand, I wear a ring of cut-out hearts and it's my daily reminder of love. Waiting for a love that lasts, loving everyone around me, and reminding myself that His love is unfailing.

The ring on my left hand, however, changes with each year. One year, it was a sideways cross. Last year it was ring with the word hope engraved on it.

This year's ring has mountains engraved all around it. Mountains have become my healing place. I used to think that I was a beach girl, but as the years go on, my love for the mountains grows stronger. The mountains are where I find healing and joy. It's where I go to clear my head and breath fresh air. It's like home to me.

In the Bible, mountains are often used when referring to faith. Most famously, Jesus tells His disciples that even faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains.

So this ring that sits on my finger is a daily reminder of the healing I've gone through this past year, the faith that's made me stronger, and the rewards gained from climbing and challenging myself.

Because the best views truly come after the hardest climbs.

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