The wonder...

In quiet, uninterrupted moments, my heart relaxes and sighs in contemplation and reflection. In the majesty of creation, my spirit swells in wonder and anticipation. The two came together last week on an early morning on the summit of Smith Rock.

The climb up Misery Ridge was filled with stopping points to catch my breath and slow my heavily beating heart. Being somewhat in shape from marathon training did little to hasten my ascend. As I reached what I believed had to be the summit, I was discouraged to find the directional sign proclaiming that I had progressed only half-way up the trail. My determination wavered between pressing on or just concluding my upward journey where I stood. But the competitive nature of my spirit would not let me finish my expedition there. I had a goal in mind and I hadn’t come this far just to wimp out.

As I continued my hike, the trail before me became a meandering path through windblown juniper trees and shrubbery. A short minute later, it took me around to the other side of the rock to reveal the magnificent stretch of mountains that are trademark to Central Oregon. I realized that the remainder of the trail on the map was a descent towards the river that meanders around the State Park. Climbing up just a little higher to the pinnacle of a large rock, I was just about on the highest point around, a breathtaking view in all directions.

As I sat, soaking up the beauty and tranquility, I was so thankful for my earlier decision to press on. It made me wonder how often I give up on what seems too difficult, only to have abandoned an amazing moment or blessing that was just around the corner. I don’t want to live life in mediocrity, only venturing out when it seems easy or convenient. I desire to fully live this adventure that Christ has laid out before me, trials and all.

God met me in that place, further deepening this romance that He is cultivating between the two of us. He calls to me and when I respond to His voice, it is a beautiful and mysterious thing.