"NatenJudy" as my children call them- were staying with us. We adopted them several years ago and love them to pieces. (Everyone, say "Hi" to Nate and Judy. ) We decided that a hike up a mountain sounded like fun. (And make no mistake, it was.)
long and winding dirt road. It was only 10 miles according to the ranger station, but it quickly became the kind of road where even the driver begins asking, "Are we there yet?" Thick dust coated our cars once we arrived at the trail head.
got ready and headed out.
good opportunities for resting, while taking in the spectacular sweeping views.
standing in exactly the same position, left hand on hips, gazing out.
so rich and velvety. The air was crisp and you could detect a faint wafting of trees, soil, and plants. It was fresh and clean.
patch of snow to conquer.
even a tiny mustard seed of faith, you could tell these things to move and they would?"
flowers like these can grow, unconcerned that snow is a mere five feet away.
gives me hope. I can't explain it, it just does.
views are such a reward for the long trek up narrow paths that leave you winded and panting for breath.
our spirits weren't dampened. Good friends, good views, good memories in the making. This little swell overlooked a steep drop that we couldn't help but sit near.
love these peeps.
World problems might actually get solved after time spent here on a regular basis.
Life is full of valleys and peaks. FYI-I don't typically enjoy getting to the peak. I also find myself being rather impatient in the valley, while gazing up at the peak that I've either just climbed down from, or the peak that I'm hoping to reach. As my Mama would say, it's good to remember that "Life is about the journey, just as much as the destination."
I prayed and then continued to panic. A quite hush had fallen over the car and my mind snagged at what Adrain had said to me on the mountaintop. If I prayed, and had faith, then I shouldn't be freaking out.
Yet I was. Which meant that I wasn't really trusting God. By this point, we had about 4 miles left, and had just come out onto the main highway. I took a deep breath and whispered, "I trust you." I had to keep reminding myself that faith doesn't freak.
At just 3 miles left, I looked over at Adrain, and we both spontaneously burst out laughing. At some point, you have to accept, and roll with it.
At 2 miles until empty, we laid eyes on a Shell station about 100 yards away, and our entire car burst out cheering.
I don't know if you're running on empty, but I was. In so many ways. This moment was just the boost I needed, though it sounds silly. Faith moves mountains, and when you're running on empty, God is able and faithful to get you to your destination with time (or gasoline) to spare. Don't sit in your car seat, freaking out on your own, while driving through the valley.
Trust Him. Let go, and enjoy the journey. (Even if your tank is low.)
(Continue following my journey for steadfast faith, here.)
"I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."