Climbing a mountain. Or at least hiking one, takes work. Lots of it. And that is what I did this weekend.
We had the opportunity to meet with some people from the UK and work with them. Painting nails for adults and painting faces for kids at a block party is always fun, but there is a sense of adventure when you can’t speak the language. At first this was hard, but then we were able to work out a system that included a form of charades, sign language, and drawing on our hands; which the kids found pretty funny. It took a lot of work and patience to even do something very simple, but the result was amazing. There were a lot of great conversations had by the people working, and about 150 Bibles were passed out. Who knew that face painting and manicures could be used in such a way?
We then had the opportunity to hike a mountain. LITERALLY.
Our new British friends led us up a path to a restaurant. And it was spectacular. The food was the best I’ve ever had.
But my favorite part was the hike.
Hiking is something that I have become more and more interested in, so I thought it was fantastic. It was amazing to be walking (or huffing) along, making sure I don’t fall on my face, and then I look over. And there it is. A view I have only seen in books and on calendars. Mountains and a valley, speckled with homes and fields. Absolutely breathtaking. I stop and just have to take it in. The wind in my hair, and the valley so deep, and I see how far we have come. How I could have missed something wonderful, if I hadn’t happened to glance to the side. How often to I live my life in such a way? That I am so focused on not messing up, or on the fine details, that I miss how wonderful things are.
Even if from a distance, or the work being done by others. Sometimes I need to stop, breathe, and observe the work others are doing. Sometimes I need to rest and encourage; even when I don’t want to. I have been DOING and WORKING for so long, that I don’t know how nor want to rest and watch. It’s not the path I want, but it is the path I need; the one that will grant me rest. Sometimes it’s the one that is the most needed.
This is what the LORD says:
“Stop at the crossroads and look around. Ask for the old, godly way, and walk in it. Travel its path, and you will find rest for your souls. But you reply, ‘No, that’s not the road we want!’ -Jeremiah 6:16
So yeah. I climbed a mountain. I ate food. I worked. I encouraged. I rested. And it is hard; not everyone understands. But it has to happen. It needs to. So it is.
Much love. Much grace.