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The heights will never be easy. But they can be home for the creature with the right feet.

And that, truly, is my favorite thing: that the same God who sets the wild deer on the crag says to you, “Here. Walk here. I made your feet for this.” For the leader of the choir. On stringed instruments. —Adapted from Habakkuk 3:19 pies de ciervas en los lugares altos - fav

There is a verse, hidden in the last lines of the book of Habakkuk, that has always felt less like a promise and more like a quiet secret: “He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; He enables me to tread on the heights.” The heights will never be easy

So if you find yourself in a high place today—not by ambition, but by necessity—look down at your feet. Notice how you haven’t fallen yet. That is not luck. That is the Maker of deer and of you, shaping your soles to the stone mid-stride. Walk here

The high places are not punishment. They are training grounds for grace. On flat ground, anyone can walk. But on the heights? Only those who have learned to trust their strange, split-footed design—vulnerable yet sure, fragile yet perfectly fitted to the rock.

And the deer? The deer does not conquer the mountain. It belongs to the mountain.

For a long time, I imagined the “high places” as mountaintops—panoramic, sunlit, victorious. The kind of high place you pose on after the climb. But life has taught me otherwise. The high places are not scenic overlooks. They are the narrow, wind-scraped ridges where one misstep means falling. They are the altitudes of grief, of uncertainty, of responsibility. The places where the air is thin and every breath requires effort.