Good morning one and all! I was up at 4:00 am this morning all bright eyed and bushy tailed. My body clock said it was already 10:00 am! How am I feeling? Sore and tired. I think they call it DOMS -- delayed onset muscle soreness. Everything in me aches. Which means that today is a day of rest -- which, for me, means active rest. I'll do a little walking but no running. My left knee is still a little iffy after getting it caught in a crack during the climb. Go figure. If anyone is going to be klutzy enough to get their knee caught in a crack while rock climbing, yep, it's me. All that aside, I'm still euphoric that the Lord allowed me to compete the climb. I was on the verge of quitting, and I am not a quitter. How many times are we of weak faith like that? How often, like the disciples out on the sea, do we keep trying to row our own boat in the storm on our own, forgetting what God can do? We wait until we're tossed about in the storm before reaching out and relying on God, trusting that he will save us. But God is always walking on the water all around us. In the perfect moment of our weakness, fear, and pain, he will speak to us. He is the only one who can calm the waves. Last Wednesday, he jumped into the boat and the storm died down. Or at least it became manageable.
As I sit here at my desk suffering from jet lag and feeling the after-effects of one amazing climb, I realize again: I can't steer this crazy life of mine on my own. Lord, help me to remember that you steer my boat. Help me to look up and realize you're there. My Courage, you are with me with an outstretched hand!
