by Mark Weinrich
With all the slippery places it is easy to lose heart, one step forward and two back, floundering in shifting sands and miry clay These tedious treks are designed for pulling down and holding back, convincing struggling souls there are no footholds in this world. Life is just a pungent bog of grief. I have been sold there is no power in looking up, no rock to raise me. Like David I lift my eyes to the hills and mountains shimmering with God’s invitation. And step by grace-filled step, I rise above the wasteland of my unbelief.
Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 130 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.