Good writing moves the spirit. Don’s story did that—it spoke to me. He made me ponder; What if God is waiting for me to take a great adventure with Him? Am I too fearful to fasten His ropes of faith around my waist and scale to new heights?
I, like Don, have stood at the trailhead of my dreams, wondering how I would ever make it. When my mountain is unclimbable, when it appears there’s no way, I remember; “His divine power has given me everything I need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness.” (2 Peter 1:3) He has equipped me with all the tools I need.
“I have stood at trailheads wondering how I would ever make it. But we take one step at a time, one challenge at a time, one obstacle at a time. If we persevere we discover something amazing; we eventually do reach the high place – often a place of supreme difficulty. But like all summits, real or metaphorical, we must return safely. In climbing the old adage says you are only half way once you reach the summit. I have left trailheads in the blackness of night; working my way into unknown places in hope that light would emerge and the winding path lead me in the right direction. In the high places, as in life, we cannot predict or control every contingency. We move forward. We trust the many small decisions we’ve made to get to the place we are. We trust our instincts. We learn to read the subtle signs. And faith is like this too.”
And just like Don, I trust the small decisions I’ll make, read the muted signs, grab hold of the Rock of faith, and climb to high places.