Do you remember The Poseidon Adventure, that cheesy 70s movie about the cruise ship that gets flipped upside down? At one point, a character played by Shelly Winters has to hold her breath and swim through a flooded hallway passage in order to reach safety. A large woman, she’s not sure she will fit through the passageway and she is terrified of being under water for any length of time. After clearing the tunnel she surfaces, gasping for air.
I sort of know how she must have felt.
But thanks to the patience and technical expertise of Peter Pollock of New Blog Hosting, here I am on the other side.
One of the first decisions I had to make about moving my site was what I wanted it to look like. I thought about things like message and brand, and whether or not to keep the mountains in my header.
Yet what I know about things like design and branding would not fill a thimble. (Do people even still know what a thimble is?)
I’m not sure these mountains communicate anything at all connected with whatever it is I’m trying to do here, but I’m kind of attached to them. When my children were young, our family enjoyed many trips together out west. This picture of the Tetons was taken during our last trip together as a family before my daughter graduated from high school and moved on to college. The Tetons bookend, for me, a very happy chapter in my life’s story.
I went through a couple of sad years as my kids started leaving home, and writing was one of the ways God met me in my sadness. He began to reveal himself to me in deeper ways, especially as, through my blog, I joined Ann Voskamp and others in the practice of gratitude.
Scripture is rich with mountain imagery, inviting the reader to consider ideas like permanence, grandeur, beauty, and refuge. I return often, especially during times of sadness or uncertainty, to passages like this:
Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth or ever you had formed the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. Psalm 90:1, ESV
Mountains remind me of the certainty of God’s love which surrounds me, love which is for me and which will never end, because it never began. God’s love for me began in eternity, before I was born and before anything else came to be. From everlasting to everlasting, He is God.
So the mountains remain. They are my virtual Ebenezer, reminding me that this far God has been faithful.
And, when I left a note at my old place saying my site was under construction, Jody Collins, who blogs at Three Way Light, said, “I DO hope you’ll keep the lovely picture of those mountains somewhere. It says, “Nancy’s place” to me every time I see it.”
So maybe I know a little more about branding than I think I do. In any case, thank you Jody, and thank you those who have followed me here and continue to read my ramblings. You are a gift to me.
Welcome to the other side, she says, gasping for air.
(I’ve got a lot to learn yet about Word Press, including how to insert a blog button into a Word Press post. Guess it’s time to invest in Word Press for Dummies. In the meantime, I’m linking with Jen and the sisterhood @ Finding Heaven)