Weekly Expressions MC

Weekly Expression MC

Hey everyone!

I decided to put one of my WE's up that I did awhile ago with Beka. Hers is a little ways down if you haven't gotten the chance to check it out yet :) M.J. Coleman is one of my pen names (the other is M.J. Collins which I use for professional purposes), so that is why that is there just in case you are wondering :) So here it is:

No Small Feat

By: M.J. Coleman

            He had made it. He never thought he would reach the top, but alas, here he was. It had taken him 3 and a half hours to climb the treacherous mountain, what seemed like a lifetime. But he had made it – and that was all that mattered.

            He stabbed his flag into the snow – a symbol of his accomplishment, to let future conquerors of this mountain know that with God, all things truly are possible.

            In a way, this mountain was his life, a journey that, in the end, he would conquer. He began to think back on his life, as far back as he could remember.

            His childhood was not the nicest. He had an abusive father who eventually killed his mother, whether he meant to or not. His father was imprisoned and he was sent to his aunt and uncle’s residence. There, his uncle paid him no mind and pretended he didn’t even exist. The only lucky break he got was his aunt who loved him and cared for him like a son. But, as fate would have it, she died in a car accident.

            His mind fast-forwarded to the past few months, the roughest of his life so far. He had found out his wife had been cheating on him throughout the past year. He demanded a divorce then and there. His wife begged him not to and, being the love-struck husband that he was, he relented and gave her a second chance. As he kind of suspected, she blew it. A divorce took place and they went their separate ways.

            He sank to his knees, suddenly overwhelmed. He cried out, a roar of pain and hurt that echoed off the surrounding mountains. He felt so lost, so separated from God. He was angry at God for making his life so miserable. He was completely and utterly helpless and hopeless. A sob escaped his throat and a tear coursed its way down his cheek and was followed by many more. He covered his face with his hands and just sobbed.

            Suddenly, a voice from deep within made its way to the front of his mind: “When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you. I have not forsaken you, My child.”

            He wiped away his tears and stood to face the sun. Yes, with God, all things are possible. Yes, with God, he would conquer this mountain.