Pies De Ciervas - En Los Lugares Altos - Fav

For a long time, I imagined the “high places” as mountaintops—panoramic, sunlit, victorious. The kind of high place you pose on after the climb. But life has taught me otherwise. The high places are not scenic overlooks. They are the narrow, wind-scraped ridges where one misstep means falling. They are the altitudes of grief, of uncertainty, of responsibility. The places where the air is thin and every breath requires effort.

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

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.

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. For a long time, I imagined the “high

That is the gift. Not a removal of the cliff, but the creation of a foot that fits the fracture.

And the deer? The deer does not conquer the mountain. It belongs to the mountain. The high places are not scenic overlooks

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.