Ok, first thing you need to know is that I don’t really hike. I am going to tell you about a hike I took today, but in comparison to the hikes my brother takes….well, this was closer to a stroll.
A stroll with a big giant rock in the middle of it, and a sheer drop to a lake. That sounds better, doesn’t it?
A ‘good cup’ of coffee at a good coffee shop with a good book. I spend most of the day reading and setting up calendars.
Second thing you need to know: I am 47 and so much heavier than I would like. I am frustrated by my lack of energy and by my extra weight…but I like sitting around coffee shops more than gyms.
Not today, though. It is that moment when change is in the air.
Literally. We dropped about twenty degrees and about a gazillion percent in humidity. The sky was a little different and the leaves are just beginning to think about changing (be quiet, Northern friends).
Looks pretty easy, huh? Stick with me.
I am so glad I did this!
My soul needed this, I believe, more than my body. My soul has felt sluggish and heavy and frustrated. Even though God has been doing some amazing things (more on that hopefully soon!)…my spirit has been tired.
So I went for a walk.
I was practically skipping along..literally…when I ran into this:
You can’t really tell from this picture, but one side of the rock drops into trees, and the other is a sheer drop to the lake. Turns out the lake was a quarry.
I stood on the top of the rock and didn’t really think about taking pictures. I though it would not be great to fall, and it would not be great to simply go back the way I came.
And then I thought, “I’m Fred’s daughter and I can get down this.” See, my 84 year old Dad just took a ‘drive’ over Northern New Mexican mountains which resulted in some hunters on an ATV asking where on earth he came from. When I asked one of my brothers if they were ok with Dad making the drive, they responded, “If we all got stuck on the mountain, Dad would probably get down first.”
My Dad is a problem solver, and I am his daughter. My rock was not exactly a mountain, but to a plump nearly-50 year old it was a problem. I especially didn’t want to lose my glasses or phone!
I went slow, I payed attention to where I could hold on, and I made it over the rock. And then I got to enjoy the views from up high.
I skipped the rest of the way down and ran into some people who had come the other way…not over the top. They glanced at the lake for quite literally 45 seconds.
I took it in with the challenge of the rock behind me.
It was a short walk from there back to the car, but I noticed one little side trail up a steep hill. Of course I took it, silly.
And I found this:
My Father is also a problem solver. My spirit is weary, and there is a creation filled with wonder to refresh me. My confidence is low, so there is a rock just challenging enough that conquering it gives me a joy and spring in my step.
My sin cripples me and separates me from God. He solves the problem with a cross and resurrection and forgiveness before I knew what I needed.
I think I am going to take more walks. Maybe I will even look up a ‘moderate’ difficulty one!!