If this was me a few years ago, I would have wondered if God really wanted to bless me. Because, in all honesty, putting that treasure trove over a thin wire in the middle of the valley is something intimidating. I would have passed. I would have turned my back on it forever.
But the thing is, I’m not me few years ago. And while I don’t completely understand (and I don’t need to, so please don’t try to analyze), I know what God wants me to do is to move forward. To go and try to catch it. The truth is, getting that blessing doesn’t depend on me. He has already planned what to give me from the very beginning. I guess it’s a test of character, the molding of my heart, whenever I take a step forward and try to grab something shiny in the middle of an unknown. The real blessing is the transformation in me.