Last summer, I blew up attempting a long walk I had been planning for a year. It’s time to try again, but I will posting blogs on the backpacking platform The Trek should you wish to follow along.
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So much has happened in the months since last summer.
I’ve learned so much about doubt and fear, ebbs and flows, aging and hope. Suffice to say, if my hip holds, I’ll likely have lots of time on my hand to process and pray.
The youngest and I used to start the first days’ miles on the Appalachian Trail by quietly thanking God for getting us to wherever we were and interceding for friends and family. It felt like a sacred discipline, a foundation for the path ahead, before his boyish exuberance would scatter the wildlife and fatigue made us cranky. (Okay, made me cranky – he seemed uniquely hardwired for resilience and joy).
I wouldn’t mind some prayer over this trip. Let me know how I can be praying for you.
I’d like to say see you in August, but only God knows when I’ll need to pop out of the woods. Until then:
I stand upon the mount of God With sunlight in my soul; I hear the storms in vales beneath, I hear the thunders roll.
But I am calm with Thee, my God, Beneath these glorious skies; And to the height on which I stand, No storms, nor clouds, can rise.
O, this is life! O, this is joy! My God, to find Thee so; Thy face to see, Thy voice to hear, And all Thy love to know. ~Horatius Bonar
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