A thin layer of dust mixed with sweat covered my face, but in my mouth was the sweet the taste of victory. I imagine this is how it feels to cross the finish line of the Ironman triathalon. Maybe I should get the tattoo, but probably not. Had I thought about it I likely would not have gone. There were plenty of reasons it was a bad idea. But then again, you never know about tomorrow.
You never know about tomorrow.
A few reasons hiking was a bad idea
- Myasthenia gravis (MG) causes weakness in my muscles. Of course I do have a warning, my right eyelid droops. Then I have to stop, not slow down, not take it easy, STOP.
- We hiked in a “wilderness area” with no cell phone service.
- Since it was a spur of the moment trip, no one knew where we were. Initially we had other plans, but they fell through and well, we somehow ended up here.
Ominous black clouds heavy with rain moved toward us.
- My hiking companion was my mother. Although she is in excellent shape, she had a heart stent placed two years ago. I think it is safe for her to skip the stress test this year.
VOICE OF REASON
My daughter chastised me suggesting I should try to walk one mile in town before attempting a three mile hike. Yes, that would have been an excellent idea but then I would miss the breathtaking view.
After a quarter of a mile sliding downhill over rocks and roots and even a felled tree, my legs trembled like a newborn colt taking its first steps. As we rested on a rock that wasn’t quiet flat enough to be comfortable, it occurred to me there was a possibility I would be unable to walk back out. I mean, it happened in the grocery store on aisle two. My back-up plan was, wait, I didn’t have a back-up plan.
BETTER TO DIE LIVING THAN LIVE DYING (you can read that post by clicking here)
I never took for granted the magnificent, expansive view available from atop Whitaker Point. What I took for granted was my ability to walk. The possibility I would never be physically able to hike again filled me with regret. I live fifty-one miles from this natural wonder and yet I had only been once. You know, I was working and had family responsibilities. And I was working and had meetings. And I was working and… So although I love to hike, I waited for another day. Then I got MG.
James 4:13, “Now listen, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” NIV
Often we wait until tomorrow to enjoy life. Truly we never know what tomorrow brings. We wait to hike; we wait to reconcile; we wait to serve; we wait to share the hope of the gospel with the lost. Sometimes we wait too long. Thankfully, I got a second chance.
Earlier this week I crossed the imaginary finish line with my hands raised to the sky in victory. Although my legs felt like Jell-O, I successfully hiked 1.5 miles to Hawksbill Crag and it was sweet. Maybe I will get a tattoo if I can talk my mom into getting one to match.
James 4:14, “You don’t even know what tomorrow will bring- what your life will be! For you are like smoke that appears for a little while, then vanishes.” HCSB
LIFE IS SHORT
This truth was underscored after I attended three funerals in eight days. So I urge you to take a few risks and have some fun while you can. Worship God and enjoy the wonders of this beautiful planet He created. Drive fifty-one miles if necessary. Cherish your loved ones. Forgive generously for tomorrow you may not have another chance. Do good and help your neighbor. Share the hope Jesus Christ offers. Do it before it’s too late.
James 4:17, “In fact, if you know the right thing to do and don’t do it, that for you, is evil.” MSG
Thanks for sharing my little victories. My feats are small but my God is big.