Tuesday, November 3, 2015

why is life so much like climbing a very big mountain??

Can I tell you a small story?  An allegory if you will.  An endeavor that started without much forethought that has marked my life forever.  It begins like this...
In the fall of that year I bore my 3rd child into the crazy busy of a life filled with photography, 2 energetic little boys, a big house with lots of property, church life, family life and did I mention it was busy?  Christmas kinda snuck up on me that year and on the eve of Christmas it dawned on me that I had no gift for my guy!  The hard working man who professes to care less about gifts, but still, we're talking about Christmas here!!  So I did what I could which was to run to our local outdoor gear shop because I would absolutely find the perfect thing for him there... it was practically guaranteed.  Well, of course I did find many a perfect gift, they just were too expensive!  I was starting to get panicy when in a flash of brilliance (I might not term it like that now to be honest) I knew what to do.  He had been a trail builder in his younger days and had spent a chunk of time working on the trail up to Long's Peak (a 14er in the Rocky Mtns.).  A few time he had mentioned to me that he sure would like to show me his work up there someday... maybe someday we should climb Longs together.  I think my standard response was something like, "Umhmmm... that would be nice dear." {read:: "Yeah right, like that's gonna happen."}  So here I was in my hour of present desperation and I made a desperate move... I bought a postcard of Longs Peak and drew some stick figures on the top and recklessly wrote, "You and me, this summer." right over their heads.  Yep.  I did that.
Problem is that when I gave it to him on Christmas day he really liked it!  He was excited!  We were going to climb Longs!  Ahhh, yes we were going to climb Longs Peak.  Perfect.

Well, I was in no shape to climb a 14,000 ft mountain, let me tell you!  I had just had my 3rd child... I was out of shape...I had a super busy schedule with 3 little ones and how on earth was I going to do this thing?  Months went by... I kinda forgot about the Christmas postcard, that rash commitment to do the impossible...enter the month of April.  One evening I'm sitting in the living room doing nothing in particular when in comes the mountain climber himself to announce he's signed me up for some personal training at our local gym.  I start next week.  NEXT WEEK!  Yikes!  But you know what?  I did the training, I died.  I did the planks, I died.  I did the squats, I died.  Everyday I felt like my whole body was broken down into small agonized bits and slowly, slowly I got stronger.

We planned the climb/hike for a day at the end of August.  The night before we were to get up at 3 am and begin, I couldn't sleep.  I lay wide awake willing myself to sleep knowing that I would need every ounce of energy and reserve for the day ahead.  Begging God to help me sleep I almost audibly heard Him say to my spirit... "I will sustain you."  It was 1 o'clock in the morning... I slept for 2 hours and got up to climb.  All the way up that mountain those words were reverberating in my soul.  It was not an easy path.  There were definitely times, sections of it, where I was pretty sure I couldn't do the thing.  Too hard.  Too narrow.  Too steep.  Too painful.  But you know what?  I did.  I did climb that peak and He did sustain me.

Little did I know that this endeavor would be a foreshadowing of the life mountains ahead.  That God's words to me then would be life words later... that I would need every syllable to put one foot in front of the other as I climbed.


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