Here We Are Again

As I write this blog, I’m on my way to the place that it all started. About a year ago, on a RHUMC Music Ministry trip to Lake Junaluska, North Carolina, I was inspired to start a blog. After some thinking, I opened my account of Blogspot and “Hilltop Experiences” was born. It was my goal to update the blog at least once a week. At first, that was easy, but as the year progressed, it became one of those things that sat at the bottom of my To-Do List. With 52 weeks in a year, I only updated 25 times; it’s something I regret and something that I’m trying to get better at.

The style of my updates has always been ever changing. Sometimes, they consisted of just a summary of what was going on in my life. In others, it was me taking a lesson that I had learned and sharing it with others. But usually, it was way for me to take what was running through my head and get it out. No matter what my updates look like, they all have one thing in common. All the postings that I’ve written have been a celebration of the wonderful things that God has given us.

At first, I began to think that all my postings were going to go unread. I knew that this was a possibility, but I refused to let it bother me. Thankfully, I was wrong. I suddenly began to receive encouragement from some of the people that had come across “Hilltop Experiences”. Through comments on the blog, conversations in person, and other means of communication, people let me know that they were reading, and some even offered their input about some of my postings. The support and encouragement that each and every one of you has given me has been more helpful than words can ever describe. For that, I am eternally grateful.

There are so many people that I wish I could thank individually for being there for me, but that would take an incredibly long time. There are a lot of people that have helped to mold me and make me into who the person that I am. These are people that have been there with me not only when things were going great, but also when everything seemed to be falling apart. I would be nothing without my friends and my family. They are the people that keep me sane. There are so many people that I can go to when there’s a problem or when I just need to talk, and sometimes I fail to realize how lucky I am for that.

Above is all, there is one that I owe everything to. My eyes are on Him, my hope is in him, my faith is in him. The God of my days, King of my nights, Lord of my laughter, sovereign in sorrow. The Prince of my pains, love of my life, He’ll never leave me, He is faithful, the God of my days. He is the one that have given me everything. Without him, my life would never be what it is. He is the one, he only one.


So I leave you with this, the call of my heart, and the mission of our lives:

I worship you alone, in the quiet place. Where the stillness of my soul meets the brilliance of your face. My heart is bound to you with a bond as thick as blood. I’ve struggled in my strain to break through sin’s chains, but you did it with your love.

My heart is bound to you. Deep calls out to deep. Staggered by you love’s sheer intensity as its waves break over me. My heart is bound to you. Deep calls out to deep. I’m circled in your strength, caught up in your grace, and folded in your arms.



From the Hilltop,
Hunter Odom
hunter2444@coastalnow.net
Romans 8:28