“Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her
into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her. There I will give her back her vineyards and will
make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.
There she will respond as in the days of her youth, as in the day she came up out of Egypt.
There she will respond as in the days of her youth, as in the day she came up out of Egypt.
Hosea 2:14-15
He didn’t lead me into the wilderness, but instead,
Steamboat Springs. I woke up at a Holiday Inn and found I had the whole day to
myself to do whatever I wanted. Glorious. And in such a pretty town.
At breakfast, a nearby lady was talking to a nearby
couple about things she recommended to do in Steamboat Springs. “You have to
ride the gondola up to the top of the mountain.”
Eavesdropping is not listed as one of the gifts
of the Spirit in the Bible but if it was, I would have it. Later that morning,
I headed for the gondola. It occurred to me as I got on and it revved up to
climb the mountain, that I am not great with heights.
Thoughts like “Great time to remember that,
Iobst” crossed my mind as I watched the ground beneath me get farther and
farther away. The single cable that stood between the gondola and certain death
for me seemed to make a strange noise. The only thing worse was when it got quiet.
I mean, really quiet. Of course, my mind ridiculously ran through all the
possible outcomes of a fall: broken leg, organs damaged with me in a hospital
and ultimately the scene of me giving Jesus a big ole fist bump.
But courage came in and sat with me in the
rocking gondola and I was overwhelmed with the Spirit of God. His presence
reminded me to look around and SEE HIS beauty. I did. Joy.
At the top of the mountain, there was a
restaurant with incredible views so I sat and had most of a hot dog and some
watermelon and enjoyed. I read God’s
Joyful Surprise by Sue Monk Kidd and became more inspired. In the middle of
enjoying my time, I felt a nudge on my heart.
“Take a hike.”
It wasn’t said like a gangster in a 50’s movie
telling a kid to scram. It was a gentle suggestion of the Spirit.
“I’m
not a hiker.” My response was firm. In fact, when I had asked for directions to
the gondola from a Holiday Inn employee she had said there were many hiking
trails up there if I was interested. I giggled, “I’m not a hiker.” She was a
bit older than me and carried some girth with her and she giggled, too. An
unspoken agreement between wise women who see no point in engaging in such
activities.
But
see, God knows my heart and He keeps showing me that I can do so much more than
I think.
“Take
a hike, Robbie.”
Ignoring
the Spirit’ voice, I read more of Kidd’s book and came to this quote by Charles
DuBois: “The important is to be willing at any moment to sacrifice what we are
for what we can become.”
Somewhere
in the meal I decided to do it. Of course, as I made my decision I tacked on
all sorts of addendums and requirements:
I’ll go for 15 - 20 minutes and then I will turn
around. I will not jog. I will turn back at any time I feel I need to. I will
wear my IPOD to distract me from the pain. I will stay at the bottom of the trails
until I see someone going so I can follow them so I know that if I fall and
have a heart attack, I can scream. I will hold my key in one hand so if a
serial killer happens to be on the hiking trail and attacks me, I can plunge
the key into his neck and limp away.
At
this point, I would love to tell you that I am exaggerating. I’m not. (And how
could I have a heart attack and scream?)
But the neurosis and fear that have plagued my personality still have
remnants that jump up and shout any time I do something out of the ordinary.
I
told God okay. We’ll do it Your way, Lord.
I
didn’t time myself or hold onto my key. I did carry my purse, which I noticed no other folks seemed to have around that restaurant. Backpacks and fanny packs but no purse. Still I went. I didn’t see anyone near the trail I chose and I just took that trail cause it looked pretty. I wore no IPOD. This was a hike about me and God.
Just walking. Just doing it.
Here’s
what happened.
I
found freedom on this wonderful path.
Beauty.
I didn’t know how long I had walked at any time. I didn’t know where it would
end or when it would end. Somewhere along the way, a strange man and I came to
the same spot. I found myself smiling and talking to him like we were long lost
friends, not some character from an evil TV show bent on hurting me. And best
of all, God and I talked on our hike. It was one of the sweetest times I’ve
ever had. I heard lovely things that are only between Him and me. I felt loved
and I felt strengthened. My fear, my doubt in myself was completely suspended
simply because I chose to put my feet in front of myself, one step at a time.
I
breathed hard and I almost slipped once. I kept going. I saw a little butterfly
that seemed to follow me or lead me. I’m sure there were a million of them up
there, but to me, I had one little butterfly leading the way.
Maybe
the Spirit used that butterfly to encourage me. Why not?
I
finished the hike covered in sweat. (My people don’t perspire. We sweat. I
asked a lady near the restaurant to take my picture)
I
was also covered in possibilities.
You
and I just don’t know all we are capable of, until we say YES GOD. We just
don’t. We assume because of our age, size, job, family situation, or everyday
rut, that there are certain aspirations we cannot possibly complete. Every one
of us has a fear that stands in the way of going for it. I know a hike is not a
big deal to everyone, but to me it is a huge accomplishment. And I didn’t
honestly know I could do this. I didn’t.
Not
until I said, “Yes God, I will take a hike.”
2 comments:
Beautiful, Robbie. Just beautiful.
Thank you friend!! :)
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