Edging outward on a sturdy limb I lost my balance right away but caught myself. I looked down at the ground some 15 feet below, my own limbs quivering after the espresso shot of adrenaline. What am I doing up here, I thought.
As a child I would climb trees over 50 feet tall, my 65-pound body clinging to the spindliest top branch on the windiest of days short of a thunderstorm, though my favorite time of day to climb was at dusk. Continue reading “Perspective from a Tree”
Obviously. So I slough off the warning and throw away the bag that is not a toy.
But the words bother me. I return immediately to the kitchen trash can and wipe away the ketchup from the little plastic bag.
WARNING: THIS BAG IS NOT A TOY. Continue reading “This Bag Is Not a Toy”
I welcome 2012 like a cool surf on a warm beach morning. I leave behind a year of transition, and quite frankly, months of frustration.
One year ago, in January, I wrote in my journal these words:
My big, extraordinary circumstance for this year is whether to move to Indiana or stay in Colorado…I’ll walk wherever God leads, albeit severe difficulties…
On this cold and windy evening, one year later, I sit in my home office with a Rocky Mountain landscape adorning the western wall and a window overlooking an Indiana countryside. Moving across the country straddles so many facets of life. Patterns change. Habits. Comforts. Familiarity. And often, we change. Continue reading “A Better End”
There’ll come a day when life tests you, even “tumbles in” on you, as described by the writer of Proverbs … Continue reading If People Can’t See – A Proverbs 29 Post for Goforth’s Journal
“The River” by Garth Brooks You know a dream is like a river Ever changin’ as it flows And a … Continue reading The River
“This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”
— C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
Often that is God’s plan for us, to draw us beyond our ordinary world into a place of wonder and majesty, yet riddled with battles and difficulty, to know Him better than we did before.
To grow us, change us, break through to us. To show who we are and where we are going. Our identity and our future. So we will know Him more deeply, love more passionately, and carry the treasures of that world into our own. Continue reading “It’s You or the Mothballs”
Division. It’s a word that leaves a bitter taste either because of those blasted speed drills in math class or bad memories of torn friendships and war. Most of us prefer addition and multiplication, right? Positive outcomes over the negative. United we stand, divided we fall, so we were taught.
From up here, at roughly 13,000 feet, I’m stretched out in the snow above the famous Dwight D. Eisenhower tunnel in Colorado — and division is a beautiful thing. Continue reading “Divided We Must”
The sandy hills roll like waves in the moonlight. Four sets of footprints follow the silhouettes of six along a ridge. Two of the travelers ride on tapestry-covered platforms atop shaggy humps, and the third walks, rope in hand, with his lanky animal.
The desert is quite cool tonight, and calm. Except for the faint grumbles of the camels. I think they’re aware of my presence, but their masters pay no heed. The heavily-robed strangers appear focused, intent.
Every few minutes it seems, the short one riding center points just above the horizon. His camel jerks its head and stops. A heel kick in the side and a “hut-hut!”, and the beast is moving again.
The short one speaks a language I don’t understand–it’s too fast. He points again.
I see now what he’s aiming at. It was staring at me this entire time. No, it was shining. Leading. And the interesting grown-ups with long beards and funny hats are definitely following it. Continue reading “Desert of the Wise: A View-Master’s Journey”
to secure (a rope) by attaching to a person or to an object offering stable support.
“Belay.” Def. 2b. Dictionary.com. Web. 2 Sep 2010.
In my last post (“The Crux“), I shared a story based on an afternoon of Colorado rock climbing with my two boys. I couldn’t help but think of how that experience (and rock climbing in general) parallels our own lives.
From an early age, we feel destined to conquer the world, make our dreams come true. (cue the Laverne and Shirley theme song) What did you dream about as a child? Who did you pretend to be?
But then, we grew up. Maybe we reached a goal here or realized a small dream there, or maybe none of the above. Life threw us curveballs–sometimes all at once. Sooner than expected, we faced a crux on the route. Continue reading “The Master Belayer”
a vital, basic, decisive, or pivotal point; something that torments by its puzzling nature; a perplexing difficulty.
“Crux.” Def. 1 & 3. Dictionary.com. Web. 27 Apr 2010.
“Dad, I can’t do it,” said the young boy.
“Reach your left hand about half a foot!” Dad said.
“My arms are getting tired. I’m ready to come down!”
“Buddy, you’re so close to the top! Rest on your legs for a minute.”
The boy nestled into the footholds, weighting his legs but still gripping the rock.
“You ready?” said Dad.
The afternoon wind muffled the boys response.
“What was that?” said Dad, louder this time. Continue reading “The Crux”