Once Upon A Dream

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Today’s post is a bit different which is fine since this is my blog. I had yet to write the post about our big finale in the Colorado mountains…the big hike!  In the time since, I had been assigned an English paper and decided to write about it in that format.  Today, I got that paper back with a big old 95 grade!  YAY!  So now it is time to share that experience with you.  No need for further explanations…the writing should be sufficient.

Once Upon A Dream

As I begin to awake, I know immediately I am not in my bed on this morning.  It is cold and in fact, sometime during the night, two blankets were laid across me.  In the haze of sleep I scoot closer to my husband lying next to me, seeking his warm body to cuddle.  His warmth feels safe as he wraps his arms around me tightly.

“Good morning, my sweet,” he whispers in my ear.

“Good morning, Rick, and guess what?” I exclaimed.  “This is the day!

“Yes, my sweet; this is indeed the day.”

We had slept with the window open, as is our custom when we have vacationed in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.  Our cabin, The Pea-Eye, is familiar, as we have stayed in it four different seasons now.  August has turned out to be a lovely time to visit, for the nights are cool, but the days warm to near perfect temperatures.

“You go get a shower while I fix breakfast.  Hurry up!  We have a mountain to climb!” Rick exclaimed.

As the hot water beat down on my back, I allowed my mind to drift and remember those days of past, the loneliness, the depression, the fear to hope, the fear not to hope.   Illness had zapped much of our energies the past 16 years, but those energies were being regained.  The strength of character, the hopes of dreams, the determination of the spirit, those are the things illness can give to you.  But, we had to fight hard for them, many times losing before we could gain.  That there was a time so near in the past that pain was my daily enemy and to walk from one end of the room to the other was my daily goal is surreal.  That I was once so weak and vulnerable drives my ambitions today, that and the dare to dream.

Cinderella has always been my favorite fairy–tale of them all!  What little girl wasn’t captivated by all the romance and beauty?  I can still sing most of the songs today by memory, but there is one in  particular that I have kept in my heart for these past 16 years now and it goes like this:

A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.

In dreams you lose your heartaches whatever you wish for, you keep.

Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through.

No matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing

the dream that you wish will come true.

Apparently my shower singing isn’t as appreciated as I would like to think, as I hear Rick yell from the kitchen, “Cinderella, I’m ready to start your eggs!”

“Give me 5 minutes,” I reply.

I’ll be the first one to say that, actually, the dream you wish doesn’t always come true.  However…“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…” It is these words that I have held on to for these many years.

A single mom with three children finds the love of her life who then marries her and her three children. They are madly in love and plan a life together.  That was my fairy-tale come true.  And then, life happened.  I became very ill.  Two back surgeries, neck surgery, even my elbows; throw in severe depression and pain and in a wheelchair for much of the time for two years; walking canes, braces, and financial ruin don’t make for a good fairy tale. It was a very long 16 years.

Before illness occurred, I loved my career of nursing!  My dream had always been to further my education from a licensed vocational nurse to a registered nurse and possibly beyond.  It was devastating to me that all those dreams could vanish.

Rick was and continues to be my greatest supporter.  He never gave up on me.  When I gave up on hope, he gave more, so much so that in the times when he became weak, I was able to be strong for him. But even more than our love, strength, and hope for and in each other was our faith in God.  He was and will always be our main source of strength.

As the years passed and slow healing times began and vacations were again possible, it was always to Colorado we went.  Rick loves nature and especially so in the mountains.  As he would ready himself for his hike, he would always tell me that one day I would go with him.  I would smile, afraid to believe it, but always hoping. “Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

“Eggs are ready; let’s eat!”  Rick yelled.

As we sat together for breakfast on the porch of the cabin, enjoying the view of the mountain ranges, we were silent, both lost in our own thoughts.  Even though I was sitting there with that mountain so obvious before me, I was having a hard time believing that I was actually going to climb it!

It had been such a long and difficult road we had traveled.  Illness is just hard on a family.  We had been waiting a long time to turn a page in our lives.  Seems we had been taking one step forward and three backwards for an eternity now.  But, the day had finally come.  I had been working very hard; once I was able I got myself back in shape with various therapies, exercise routines, and special diets.  Today is the day my dreams begin to come true, I thought, as a hummingbird buzzed around the feeder that hung from the covered porch.

“Tell me what you are so deep in thought about,” Rick said.

“I just have a lot of emotions running rampant right now, excitement, disbelief, uncertainty, fear.  I can’t go back to where I just came from; I can’t get sick again; I won’t.  Can I go forth to conquer the mountain; am I strong enough?  I want this, but the uncertainty is frightening to me.”

He simply reached out to me with his hand, held me close, and said, “You’ve climbed many mountains now, Tracie, ones much harder than you face today.  This mountain is in celebration.  You’ve got this!  Let’s get our packs ready.  We’ve got a dream to go live.”

The plan was to drive to the top of Wolf Creek Pass where the Continental Divide is and meet up with Keith, an old friend who now lived in the area.   Keith was familiar with the trail we would be hiking and would act as our guide. As we met up and exchanged hugs and “well-to-do’s,” Keith explained the trail to us.

“We’ll be starting off around 12,000 feet and decline to roughly 11,000 feet, maybe a little less.  Some of the trail will be level, but most of the time we will either be climbing or descending.  We will go as far as you feel you can go, but, remember, you have to save energy for the return trip.”

Dressed in our hiking attire, complete with boots and walking sticks, hats, sunglasses, and loaded backpacks, we set off first through a grove of trees standing tall as to obscure the vastness beyond them.  As we came out from under them, we looked up to see the first of many types of scenery that would literally take our breath away.   The mountains sprawl across the valley floors, so majestic with their peaks folding one into another.  The clouds provided shadows that moved over the mountains, displaying a variety of colors, deep and rich.  I had never seen so many wildflowers in one place, grown large and vibrant in their yellow, red, orange, and purple colors.  It was as if someone had been caring for them; they were so perfect, yet untouched by human hand.  The scene demanded attention as we all stood there just amazed at its perfection, breathing in the freshness of the pine scented air.  My senses came alive as the deafening silence was interrupted by the bugling of the elk that stood grandly in the distance.  I could see the trail stretching far, winding up and down the mountain side and then it would disappear, yet continue on unseen. “I’ve traveled many an unseen trail such as this,” I thought.

With the toast of the sun on our skin and the freshness of the mountain breezes, we hiked for several miles on the winding, changing trail.  The scenery changed often, always stunning in its beauty.  It was at one such point that my fear began to rise within me.  The trail had changed and was about to get very steep.  I have a great fear of heights, and this part of the trail was slippery with rock debris.  Rick and Keith were deep in conversation, catching up on old times.  I was trailing behind them, so if I were to slip, I wouldn’t have Rick’s hand.  I didn’t want to bring attention to my fear, so I tackled it alone.  I was wishing I had a blinder, like they put on horses, so I couldn’t see the steep slope just inches from my boot.  It was obvious we were hiking across a rock slide.  Even though I had been training for this very day, my legs were still not as strong as I would like.  I felt a little nauseous and dizzy as I looked across the trail I had to travel to get to the safety of solid ground.

I think we imagine a lot of our fears, making them worse probably.  The steep rock-slide area was really very short.  Rick and Keith walked over it like it was nothing in a matter of just a few seconds, as they continued to share old memories. I stopped, assessed the danger before me and panicked, causing my fear to grow and imagined it to be more than it really was.  But to me, it was real.

I moved my walking stick to the left hand, as the slope was on the left side.  I carefully planted each step, feeling my way for anything that wasn’t solid and for that which was.  My heart pounded in my chest as I attempted to keep the fear at bay.  My steps were very calculated, all the while being very aware that Rick and Keith were increasing the gap between us.  My mind fought with itself, “what if’s” coming from every direction, trying to force out the fear of falling.  I remained focused with one step in front of the other, sure and solid. But, as with life, a misstep happens and that all consuming feeling of fear and danger encapsulates the entire body and mind as I slip onto my butt.  This disturbance causes Rick and Keith to stop, turn around and ask, “Are you okay?”

As I mutter to myself, “No damnit, you’ve left me by myself, and I’m scared to death and why aren’t you paying attention to my fear?” I found myself saying, “I’m okay!”

I did reach the other side of the sloped, death defying rock slide, but very aware that I would have to face it again on the way back.  I would meet that obstacle later; I had many more challenges ahead.

Coming from a time in my life of complete helplessness, weakness, vulnerability and failure to the various challenges the mountain hike gave, boosted my confidence and character strength that I was needing to continue forward with dreams yet unfulfilled.  I would soon be starting college at the age of 49 and was uneasy of the challenges ahead.  But, at this moment, with each step made, I conquered more of my fear and doubt.

We were looking for a flat area where we could sit and rest our weary bodies and enjoy our lunch.  We had hiked far into the mountain so as to have only steep sides and cliffs surrounding us.  We continued walking, knowing at some point we would find the perfect place to stop and ingest the sights and the food.  The views were so incredible that with each corner turned, a more majestic sight enveloped us, making it hard to quit exploring.  We each found ourselves repeating the words, “Just a little further.”  “Let’s see what’s on the other side.”

As we rounded what would become the last corner, I saw it.  Just above our trail was a flattened area that cascaded high above and over a cliff.  It was perfect, but the climb up was very abrupt, and the trail below was very narrow with another of those slippery, falls to my death, rock slides.  Something inside me wanted to make that climb.  I needed to conquer it.

“This is it,” I said.  “Let’s climb up there and have lunch; the view is perfect.”

The guys looked at me like I was crazy, and I felt inside that the high altitude must have gotten to my better senses because this was a very steep climb.  What was I thinking?  Keith went up first.  He wanted to scout out the area making sure it was attainable.  I would go next, with Rick behind me, as if he could actually catch me.  I think he figured that if we fell, we would die together; que sera sera!

I just want to say right now that there is no shame in hugging the side of a mountain in order to save your life!  I used every little tree, grass blade, and stone I could find to make it to the top of that cliff.  I literally hugged the ground with my body in the steepness of the climb thinking all the while, “don’t look down!”  I was scared to death that at any moment I would lose my grip and plummet to the mountain valleys below.  But, when I did finally reach the top, ungraceful as I was in doing so, I was able to look my mate in the eyes with a smile that only he could comprehend.  He gave me a high knuckle five, as is our custom.  Elation was the feeling of the moment as we celebrated with a feast for kings and queens.   Fresh strawberries, grapes, apples, hard boiled eggs, and tuna was our banquet.  I’ve never had a more exquisite meal!

At that victorious moment, Keith felt it best to point out that we were actually dining on a perch that was the perfect place for a mountain Lion to hunt his prey.  Men, they are so funny and have an uncanny way of eliciting the fear of a woman!  But at this moment, I had overcome fears and I wasn’t about to entertain any more!  First I had to worry over how to get off the mountain Lion perch.  Of course, that is what butts are for!

On the trek back, I had a feeling of victory within me!  I had my fears in control, and I felt the need to express my elation in song.  In experiencing the full magnitude of God’s glorious creation, there was but one song appropriate, “How Great Thou Art”.

 

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder

Consider all the works Thy Hand hath made,

I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,

Thy pow’r throughout the universe displayed;

…When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze;

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

We had seen the awesome wonder, heard the majestic thunder that echoed through the mountains; we felt the wet coolness of the mountain brook and discovered a greatness that was far beyond ourselves.  The mountains, they fill me with a magic that none can touch, I love them so.  They elicit my fear, but help me to conquer them.  They fulfill my dreams in ways I cannot fully explain.

Are you wondering how I made it back across the steep rocky slide or do you already know?  Yes, my fears engaged, but this time I was able to abate them.  This time, I asked for help and with Keith in front of me, and Rick behind me, I took control of my fear and walked slowly across the slippery slope.

My next adventure is now upon me as I begin that long awaited for dream of becoming a registered nurse.  I look forward to the challenge with confidence and hope!

…”Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

Weminuche Wilderness Rio Grande National Forest

 

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Gum Popping the Fears Away!

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There is certainly some beautiful ground to cover through New Mexico up to Colorado, but as is par for New Mexico, construction slowed us down.  I don’t know of a slower state when it comes to road construction.  It was 9 p.m. before we pulled into Lonesome Dove’s Cabins and unpacked a few items into the ‘Pea-Eye’.

This was our third time to stay in the exact cabin so we knew the routine.  As we settled into the familiar bed, we opened the windows so as to feel the crispness of the mountain air.  The next morning we found ourselves snuggled under 2 blankets!  It had gotten cold as the temps had dipped into the upper 40′s.

After a good breakfast, we prepared our backpacks for the first hike in the Colorado mountain range.  This was to be a much steeper climb and was the “training ground” for the much anticipated Continental Divide later in the week.  This was also the very same mountain that Rick had always told me I would be able to hike with him one day.  That day had finally arrived!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to express that feeling? As I stood before the glorious magnitude of that mountain, one lingering thought kept pushing me as my fear tugged on the other sleeve.  “You aint’ getting any younger, it’s now or never baby…let’s do this!”

Fear has kept me from MUCH in my life.  It has only been in the past 2 years that I have been ready to face fear straight on…that mountain stood for a lot of fear!  It was important that I face it and most importantly, that I conquer it.

This particular mountain starts out very steep.  It took a lot of patience and determined steps to reach the more desirable path.  (Not to mention the pride-less act of actually hugging the side of the mountain out of sheer terror…but that’s another story)  Seriously though, I distinctly remember saying over and over to myself…”I can do this…I can do this.” And I did do it!  Over and over again I did it each time feeling a little more sure than the last…but always with fear.  It’s just plain scary folks!  I guess that is the thrill of it…like those who ride roller coasters or go free falling from high places with only a cord to keep you from smashing yourself to pieces.  Fear is certainly a strong force; it either drives you or it shuts you down.

On this day I chose for the fear to drive me upward.  Instead of looking at the whole mountain before me, I searched for rocks that had been melded into the side of the mountain, for trees large enough to grab a hold of, for those sources that I knew were steady to guide me safely up to the next area where I could plant my foot sure.  One solid sure step at a time that encouraged my faith and spurred more hope.  And always there would be my faithful husband, never too far ahead, reaching out his strong hand to pull me up when I needed him.

Once past the steepest climb, we were able to enjoy a more leisurely steady incline, but not without fear, at least on my part.  There is something about Bears that makes me afraid.  I don’t know…maybe it’s their size, wildness, or the color of their fur…I’m not real sure, but the fear is real.  As much as I tried to relax, I just couldn’t get past the thought of coming upon a Bear.

It did happen once…many years ago…I was around 11-12 years old.  In Creede, Colorado on vacation with my family.  We were staying at one of the ranches.  My brother and 2 sisters and myself were playing out in the open areas when all the hollering began.  He was out by the horses, scarring them to death.  I’ve never seen an animal so big…he was huge and he didn’t act very happy.  I can feel that fear now…it runs through your whole body.  I remember 2 scenes from that day…the first being when I saw the bear and looking over to my 2 sisters who were swinging and I began to run toward them to help them.  They were crying.  My dad was running to get us and yelled at me and my brother to run to the cabin while he grabbed my sisters.  I remember the turmoil inside me that I didn’t want my family hurt and so I should help them, but I didn’t want to be hurt either.  That my dad yelled at me to run to the cabin, gave me somewhat of a sense of relief…he would take care of my sisters and I needed to trust and run like hell!   And then I remember all of us inside the cabin.  My heart was beating so fast and hard.  And that big ole mean ugly bear circled our cabin!  Obviously we all made it out okay, but I do believe that old bear made a lasting impression on me that day.

So on that mountain with Rick these many years later I had my pockets stuffed with gum.  That’s right…my weapon of choice was gum.  I had asked Rick many times about some sort of weapon in case we came upon a bear.  He assured me all would be fine, i reluctantly trusted him while I stuffed my pockets with gum.  They…I’m not sure who “they” is, but they say that a bear attacks when you scare them, that you don’t ever want to sneak up on a bear.  Gum makes popping noise when you know how to do it right.  I made sure that I was always popping gum so as not to sneak up on a bear.  That was how I dealt with my fear…gum popping.

In the years before, when I wasn’t able to climb with Rick, I would stand by the cabin and look up to see him standing by the cross that was placed in honor of the firemen who perished in the September 11 attacks on our nation.  On this day, I would be the one standing next to the cross.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We would make several climbs on this very mountain in the days to come.  One of our favorite spots to hike was the waterfall area.  It was several miles but had a perfect spot to eat lunch and to cool the feet!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I stand back and look at the big picture, I’d have to say this vacation was a lot about facing fears, the preparation before, the determination, patience called for and faith to overcome.

There were times in my life when I would see the mountains that life had placed before me and felt the dread, the impending doom, the fear to fail, the desperation that comes when life happens.  But today I can tell you that I have quit looking at the big mountain before me and have begun to look for the sure steps to conquer it.

In Mark 11:22-24, Jesus said, “Have faith in God.  I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him.  Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”

I believe this verse says that God will help you conquer the mountains.  He has certainly helped me conquer many!  Faith that moves mountains.  Faith in yourself that you can move a mountain will not gain entry into the sea.  But faith that God will move the mountain for you will move it beyond the depths of the sea.  But i think you have to be willing to climb it first.

Faith my friends!  Find the security of faith…where or with whom does it lie?  And then go tackle those mountains…God is waiting!

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Romantic Ruidoso

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The drive through the Sacramento Mountains into Cloudcroft and then up to Ruidoso, is simply beautiful!  That Sunday afternoon, Ruidoso welcomed us with a bang!  The rain came down so hard that it caused local street flooding and power outages.  The main street was a river, and we loved it!  We managed to find our chalet which was situated high above Ruidoso.

It was just a gorgeous place and set the mood for the next 2 days…a romantic atmosphere, certainly.  We enjoyed much of what that particular setting had to offer us.  Evening dinners on the patio overlooking the mountain, with the deer standing so close you can touch them; gorgeous morning sunrises with breakfast prepared for a queen, a stroll through town enjoying the different shops and the beautiful sunshine.  The chalet even had a game-room where we enjoyed our first game of ping pong together…mostly Rick won.

Ruidoso is just a fun place to visit.  We have our favorite spots such as ‘Noisy Water Winery’, where we enjoy a tasting and purchase a few of our favorites.  They also carry the best olive oils and balsamic vinegars.  This trip we even tried their oxygen bar!  I had developed a headache from the altitude so decided to try a 10 minute session at the O2 bar…choosing a lavender scent.  Seriously…my headache went away!! We ate at a couple of Mexican food places, one of them called Lucy’s.  Excellent!  And as is our custom we sat outside the Lincoln County Grill with a beer and nachos, people watching.

We left Ruidoso relaxed and ready for our next adventure.

Tuesday was a long travel day for us as we headed out to SouthFork, Colorado where we would enjoy 6 nights and 5 days of the Rocky Mountains!  Next post…hiking SouthFork, rafting and the ultimate experience of all my life…hiking the Continental Divide!

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Sunday morning (2nd day of vacation) we awoke to temps in the upper 50′s, surrounded by the Sacramento Mountains.  Before breakfast was to be served, we decided on another hike and found the perfect place for worship!

Chapel In The Sky

The time we spent here at this place, with the cross before us, the mountains framing it…very special indeed!  No words need to be spoken, no songs need to be sung for Rick and I were tuned with God in heart, mind and spirit.  Listening to the quiet and beauty of His creation was the kind of worship God had asked for.  We eagerly heard every ‘word’ God had to say that morning.

Being at the Methodist Camp for the start of our vacation was a God thing!  It was the most perfect 24 hours to begin a new chapter in our lives.  Taking the time out to listen to God’s direction is always a good idea!

We had been waiting a long time to turn a page in our lives.  Seems we had been taking one step forward and 3 backwards for an eternity.  Illness does that to a family, as many of you know.  It is a hard thing for me to speak about, that I was once so weak and vulnerable; but I will do so in order to give others strength and hope.

Cinderella has always been my favorite fairy-tale of them all!  What little girl wasn’t captivated by all the romance and beauty? I can still sing most of the songs today by memory, but there is one in particular that I have kept in my heart for about 16 years now.  It goes like this…

A dream is a wish your heart makes
when you’re fast asleep

In dreams you lose your heartaches
whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday
your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving
if you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true

I’ll be the first one to say that, actually, the dream you wish doesn’t always come true.  However…“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…” It is these words that I have held on to for these many years.

A single mom with 3 children, finds the love of her life, who then marries her and her 3 children…they are madly in love and plan a life together…that was my fairy tale come true.  And then life happens.  I became very ill with fibromyalgia.  2 back sugeries, neck surgery, severe depression, severe pain, in a wheelchair for much of the time x 2 years, walking canes, braces and financial ruin, doesn’t make for a good fairy tale. It was a very long 16 years.  And that is the very short version.

Before illness occurred, I loved my career of nursing!  My plans had always been to further my education to become a registered nurse and possibly beyond.  It was devastating to me that all those dreams could vanish.

My greatest supporter was my husband who never gave up on me.  When I gave up on hope…he gave more…so much so that in the times when he became weak, I was able to be strong for him.  But even more than our love and strength and hope for and in each other was our faith that, no matter what, GOD.

As the years passed and slow healing times began, and vacations were again possible, it was always to Colorado we went.

Rick loves nature and especially so in the mountains.  As he would ready himself for his hike, he would always tell me that one day I would go with him.  I would smile, afraid to believe it, but always hoping.

“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

And so now you understand a little bit of why this past vacation was such a huge event for us.  It was truly a page turner in our life…actually more like a chapter or two or three!

I have been “training”, so to speak, for life again for about 2 years now.  Once I got to a stage of strength again, and discovered some other healing “activities”, I knew it was time.  I could do this now!  I began with my diet and expanded into gaining physical strength and stamina.

It all has been very surreal, realizing that at one time, just to live through one day was a struggle, and now…I’m hiking mountains and asking, “what’s next?”

I can’t leave this post without trying to express what it meant to me to take that first hike with Rick.  There really aren’t words enough to describe those emotions but well…

I felt like a little child experiencing the different kinds of grass, the beautiful wild flowers, the dirt,  the bees and yes even the flies!  Oh and the hummingbirds!  They sound so different in the mountains!  I was God’s child and He was showing me all that I had missed…it was like He had me by the hand, experiencing it all with me.   I was afraid and yet I couldn’t stop, I had to keep climbing as high as I could go and then…can we go higher…further?  And when the rain would fall and the thunder rolls through the mountains…oh my!  It makes one tingle!  My legs would get so tired but I was afraid to stop.  I don’t ever want to go back to where I was; you understand?  But if I do…

“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

Keep the faith!

Tracie

P.S. For my fellow fibromyalgia sufferers, I will soon post about how I was able to overcome.  Don’t give up hope!

 

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Turn Down the Volume!

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It is so easy to get wrapped up in life and all it’s loudness…so easy that in one moment you slip into it and don’t even realize it.  The volume gets turned up, you adjust to it and it plays on and on…and then you forget how to turn down the volume!

Our first evening of vacation was spent in the Sacramento Mountains at the United Methodist Camp.  The director gives free restorative visits for Methodist clergy!

We left a record breaking Texas summer with highs near 110 and a drought to boot!  Texas is literally burning up, as are its residents!

As we drove into the mountain, the clouds appeared, dark and low.  The sound of thunder was thrilling, causing us to giggle together.  The very moment we drove into the camp and stepped out of our car, it began to rain.  It felt just as if God was welcoming us, restoring our dry souls!  And I believe He was.

It has been my experience with God that He has just the right way to bring about restoration.  All in perfection, as it was with every breath we took of the rain freshened air, each wild-flower seen, the lovely scent of the pines, the buzzing of the hummingbirds.

We were met by the director who showed us the way to our cabin.  It was perfect! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We were so very tired from the long drive, having left Texas at 2 a.m., but we didn’t dare miss a moment of the peace this place had already brought us.

We immediately found a trail to hike and of all things it was named the Emmaus Trail.

For those unfamiliar with The Walk to Emmaus, it is a spiritual weekend Christians participate in to become closer to God.  Luke 24 is the scripture it is based on when the 2 were walking on the road to Emmaus and were met by Jesus who opened their eyes to all that is true and perfect in Him.  Rick and I have both participated in walks, as pilgrims (students) and workers.  With each walk we have joined, our hearts are “strangely warmed”, in every unimaginable way.  So to find this Emmaus Trail was indeed a spiritual moment for us both.

It was on this trail that we were reminded of how loud our lives had gotten.  The higher we climbed, the more apparent it became as God’s artistic expressions danced all around us.

Life demands loudness.  It is a necessary part as we go about the business demanded of us.  But it is also just as necessary to listen to the quietness that God offers us, to drink in the goodness of His graces that we are surrounded by.

As we descended from the trail and back into the camp, we joined others for supper.  It was there that we noticed it…that look upon each face…it was the Emmaus glow…The Holy Spirit was so strong that you could not help but to be overwhelmed by the sweetness, the closeness, the utter assurance that all was good.

It was that feeling that the loudness of life had captured and I needed, more than anything else, to experience it again.  It was a great gift!  This song, by Sherri Youngward,  captures perfectly, the feeling I had at that moment.   Thank you sweet Jesus for giving us your Spirit!

Restore My Soul  by Sherri Youngward

07 – Restore My Soul(1)  (click on link to hear her sing…you’ll be glad you did)

Lyrics…

Lead me beside
The water so still
Let me catch my breath
Let me drink my fill
Let me lie in fields of green
Where only gentle breezes blow
I’ll reach out my empty hands
For the cup that over flows

Restore my soul, Restore my soul,
Restore my soul, Restore my soul

I’ve stood too long here in these shadows
These valley walls are all I see
I need the skilled eyes of my Shepherd
Now my vision’s failing me

Restore my soul, Restore my soul,
Restore my soul, Restore my soul

Then I will run and not be weary
I will walk and not faint
I will soar with wings of eagles
In God alone is my strength

Restore my soul, Restore my soul,
Restore my soul, Restore my soul

Surely goodness and mercy
Will find their way
to me
And I will live with them forever
I will have no more need
The Lord is my Shepherd
He is my God
I will live with Him forever
I shall not want

 

May God’s blessings fill your life with quiet moments!

More vacation stories to come…thanks for reading…

Tracie

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It can be a Rocky trip to get to the cross.   While recently staying in a Colorado cabin, I and a large friendly dog belonging to the camp managers decided to take a hike up the mountain trail where a cross was planted at the edge of one of the cliffs.  The dogs’ name is Rocky and he was both good at finding the trail and wondering off to check out the sights and smells.  I trusted the local mountain dog and to some degree my own ability to maintain a sense of direction.  The result is that we ventured further and further from our destination and deeper into the mountains.

The scenery was beautiful and inspirational.  The hike and climb also made for a good work out.   I say climb because following Rocky lead to some rather difficult routes through strenuous terrain.  The journey was beautiful, inspirational, and healthy; could a person ask for a better way to spend their limited time on earth?

But let’s not forget about my original destination, the cross.

As we wandered back and forth, first east then west with some north and south thrown in, we were what I would call searching but not lost.  This is because I knew basically where I was, I just could not get to where I wanted to be, which now was back home.

One thing about a mountain is that not only is it beautiful, and good to hike or climb, but it should be
respected with great care; because you can’t whip creation; mountain, desert, jungle, or ocean. Often you survive the journey, enjoy it and learn from the experience.

As the thirty minute hike turned into one hour, then two going on three, we traveled over ridges, down ravines through Aspen stands, meadows, and almost continuous rows of Ponderosa Pines.  I began to think this is a lot like life.

As I followed Rocky along a six inch wide trail with a rough ten to twenty foot express to the bottom, depending on which way you tumbled; I noticed the route seemed more suitable for the dog than a person. On the other hand he did tuck his tail, not a good sign; sometimes those we follow don’t really know what’s best for us or them!

At this point I knew it was time to stop just talking to the Lord and start giving up control to God to get me and Rocky back, preferable in one piece.

Often I began an adventure, or just the day, knowing what I want and what I think is best, yet the good and exciting things often side track me to the point that I only think I’m in control and know just exactly where I am.  My focus often ceases to be the Christ as I attempt to seize the day, Carpe Diem!  Of course “seizing the day” and focusing on Christ are not opposites.  In reality it is experiencing each day and moment with God that truly gives us the day and plenty of adventure to boot.

It’s beautiful, healthy, and fun, yet the majesty of the mountain, the trees and ridges, kept me from finding what I had set out for, the cross.  Just because something meets our understanding of good and pleasurable does not mean it is best for us, others, or in the proper prospective in regards to what we consider most important. I have found what we say is not nearly as important as what we do.

I eventually turned it over to God, deciding to head down the mountain based on some far away landmarks forsaking the beauty around me and concentrating on getting home.  It was only then that I found both Cross and home.  Do we listen to God or do we insist we know the way or follow someone else?

Rick

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