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.
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.” pies de ciervas en los lugares altos - fav
And the deer? The deer does not conquer the mountain. It belongs to the mountain. The high places are not punishment