One day this past summer my daughters and two of my grandchildren visited the City Museum. It is what I would call a multi-leveled, grand play yard for all ages!
We wanted to start on the rooftop, but the elevator was backed up with visitors and not wanting to wait, we began climbing the stairs to the roof, 11 floors up. As is typical to any adventure we were super excited at the onset and started our climb with eagerness.
Then our leg muscles began to burn, and the children grew tired and crabby and wanted to be carried. Our enthusiasm waned…our pace slowed…and question of “How many more steps?” came from our minds and the children’s lips.
Then I looked up and saw these words scrawled on the wall…
“There is no rooftop”.
I thought another sojourner felt exactly the way we do right now or they found it amusing to be the voice of discouragement.
What an analogy for life!
We start out with a goal of climbing to the “rooftop”, 11 floors, or 20 or 65…whatever it takes, right? Then the obstacles start tumbling along the path. Pain sets in, your companions complain and want to be carried, discouraging words come from others and your own mind. You want to give in to the adversity, turn around and head back down or simply slump down on the nearest step and wait for a better day.
We can listen to the voice that says “There is no rooftop” if we want to. We can simply push aside all the reasons we wanted to reach for the goal and find out what awaited us at the top.
That is actually pretty easy to do. Or we can set the goal, understanding that there will always be obstacles in our path, and have a plan to overcome them instead of letting them paralyze us.
I don’t know about you, but I choose to believe there is something even bigger for you and me than the rooftop.