When we started our trek, THIS is what we saw…
A little less than four hours later, THIS is what we saw…and our JOY was palpable.
I was invited by a friend just the night before to hike Grays Peak with her brother. He said we would drive up fairly high and it was only a 1-1.5 mile hike. I debated. My husband encouraged me to go and the next thing I know it’s 4:45 am and dark and I am headed to a ‘fourteener’ in the Rockies.
Had I known all that would be required (it was actually 3.5 miles and 4000ft. up we climbed!), I probably wouldn’t have jumped in. But I’m so glad I didn’t know and I did go! I WOULD HAVE MISSED OUT ON SO MUCH!
My friend’s brother, experienced in hikes like these (actually ones far tougher) gave us a quick lesson on the forced breathing as the oxygen saturation would be 30% of sea level air till we got to the top. He also encouraged us that it was a ‘marathon NOT a sprint!’ This was so helpful for our perspective both mentally and physically. And also as we paced ourselves.
I’m imagining the spiritual analogies jumping out at you as they are at me. Frequent stops to secure enough oxygen to continue the journey. Pace for the season and shape of your life. A wise guide to encourage and lead you. And the incredible HOPE of reaching the summit. The heights and the GORGEOUS view attained after a taxing, strenuous hike to the top. So often, wanting to quit, because there is ‘just enough’ beauty to satisfy—yet you are compelled to KEEP GOING…your deepest self yearning for a glory yet unseen.
I’ve been climbing a spiritual mountain all of my life. As a wise new friend shared of herself, though I am tired of circling back to the same issues (lacking the strength to breathe well and bound up effortlessly) and wanting to get off of the mountain, the top is Heaven and so I’m staying on!
Our intensive overseas training is nearly done. And I have been gasping for air. I didn’t expect my lungs to burn and struggle for air so much at this point in the journey. I didn’t expect to be faced with so many deep struggles that keep me from my heart’s desire. Him.
Yet, there is an incredible HOPE that the struggle and reality of the mess I am is my struggling to breathe and develop lungs ready for the new heights in the journey. Beauty. His Beauty. Is vaster, grander, more mind, soul, heart-blowing than I could have ever imagined.
And so I embrace the mess. My incredible frailty with unwavering hope. A hope that does not disappoint.
“And we know that the WHOLE CREATION has been groaning in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but WE who have the firstfruits of the Spirit groan inwardly as we WAIT EAGERLY for our adoption as sons, the REDEMPTION of our bodies. For in THIS HOPE we were saved. Now, HOPE that is seen is NO HOPE, for who hopes for what he sees? But, IF WE HOPE FOR WHAT WE DO NOT SEE, we wait for it with patience.”
Thank You My Faithful Keeper:
- YOU KNOW ALL THAT’S IN MY HEART!
- YOU LOVE ME STILL!
- YOU WILL NEVER LOSE PATIENCE WITH ME!
- YOU ARE LOVE AND IT WILL NOT LET ME GO!
- YOU ARE UPROOTING ALL!
- YOU ARE STRIPPING ME BARE!
- YOU ARE WOUNDING TO HEAL!
- YOU ARE CRIPPLING TO RUN!
- YOU ARE LAYING LOW TO RAISE UP!
- YOU ARE CHANGING ME—FROM ONE DEGREE OF GLORY TO ANOTHER!
- BECAUSE OF YOU…THE BEST, ALWAYS AND EVER, IS YET TO COME!
- 14 MILLION FEET MOUNTAINS IN HEAVEN
- THAT WE’LL RUN UP AND DOWN OR FLY OVER THEM WITH WINGS!
- THAT YOUR SONG WILL DROWN OUT ALL OTHERS!
- THAT WE WILL HAVE ETERNITY TO TAKE IN YOUR BEAUTY!
- YOU, THE SPLENDOR OF YOUR MAJESTY, FILLING ALL THAT IS…AHHH, YES…EVEN SO, LORD COME!