I remember. I remember being that little girl looking up to them. Adults didn’t matter as much, well they did, but it was the teenagers actions that I studied most. It was them that I tried to emulate. I remember, and it scares me. You see, there is always someone who is looking up to you, watching you, wanting to be like you. Being a living model and example is a terrifying thing. I look around me; I look at the others struggling here on the brink of something mysterious, and I watch them fall. I know I have to stand, and stay strong, if not for me then for them. It seems like our number is lessening every day. The number of those standing with me declines, and now I’m here with just the faithful few trying to see if there is any way to reclaim those who have fallen to the easy way without myself falling into that forbidden abyss that sometimes looks so tempting. But I can’t fall. I can’t fall because this journey isn’t just about me anymore.
I have got to stand. As one of my few comrades said, I have got to stand: “For truth’s sake. For the sake of all those lost boys and girls who are listening and building, building, building houses that they secretly hate… Who else will counteract all the lies?” And there are so many lies, aren’t there? There are lies pounding us on every side trying to force us to fall from this precipice. But we can’t. We have to stay perched up here an example for all those who are seeking to follow. We have to stay as a testament that it is possible, with God it is possible to choose the more difficult path. Lightening splits the sky behind us, but the enemy is only further serving to display us to the watching. How we stand through trials is a giant testament to our faith. He cannot defeat us, Jesus has already overcome him. In whipping this wind against us he can only make us stronger. I choose to believe and cling to that truth as I stand.
But there is something else that I cling to, there is something else that keeps me standing here. There is something that might scare you. As I look to my right my eyes follow the mountain range and there is another peak, a higher peak, and on that peak I see a few other battered forms standing against the storm. You see, I still have role models; there are still people I look up to. I believe that there will always be people I look up to for proof that the next step is possible as long as I live. I am probably not as open in my adoration now, though I try to let those ahead of me know that they are appreciated. I still look up to them even though I now comprehend that they aren’t perfect.
So let me leave you with this: There is someone looking up to you, want it or not. There is someone watching, so what are you going to do about it? Do you remember? Don’t forget.