Every believer should long for God, eager to meet Him and journey to the Lord's hill. Let's not settle in the valley's fog when Tabor's summit awaits us. My soul thirsts for the drink reserved for those who reach the peak, who soak in heaven's light. How pure the mountain dew, how fresh the air, how abundant the blessings for those whose view stretches to the New Jerusalem.

Too many believers live like miners, never seeing the sun; they settle for dust when they could taste heaven's feast, wear work clothes when they could dress royally, cry tears when they could be anointed with divine oil. Many pine in dungeons when they could walk palace roofs and gaze upon the promised land. Awake, believer, from your low state! Shake off anything that diminishes your love for Christ, the Husband of your soul.

Make Him the center of all your joy. Why stay in a pit when you could sit on a throne? Don't linger in bondage when you're offered the freedom of the mountains. Push past small achievements and reach for what is higher and divine.

Aim for a higher, fuller life. Upward to heaven, nearer to God. "When will you come to me, Lord? Oh come, my Lord most dear! Draw near, even nearer, for I'm blessed when You're close."