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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.

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

That is the gift. Not a removal of the cliff, but the creation of a foot that fits the fracture. pies de ciervas en los lugares altos - fav

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

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.” So if you find yourself in a high

A deer’s foot is not a lion’s paw (raw power) or an eagle’s talon (distance). It is split. Two delicate, splayed toes that can grip crumbling rock. A deer’s strength is not in crushing its enemy, but in balance. It lands on the steepest slope and does not slip—not because the slope is safe, but because its feet were made for exactly that impossible angle.

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. That is the Maker of deer and of

Because I have been there. Standing on a ledge I never asked for—a diagnosis, a loss, a broken dream—looking down at the drop and feeling my own humanity tremble. And in that tremor, realizing: I am still standing. Not because I have strong hands, but because something beneath me holds. A hidden architecture of grace. Hooves that find purchase on stone that should have sent me sliding.