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I have a confession to make: I almost wore the same shirt to work today that I wore on Monday.

This near commitment of offense is understandable.  The shirt is a favorite, and it seemed hardly worn due to a healthy combination of starch and a gentle  environment experienced on Monday.  

More so, in my mind’s eye, Monday was an eternity ago.   Such is life.

I consider myself a climber.  If you look on my social media sites, in my closet, and in my garage, you will find supporting evidence to my climbing prowess in the form of pictures, stories, clothing, and gear.

Truth be told, I am a climbing novice.  I’ve only done this a couple of times a year dating back to 2012.  And yet, it feels as if I’ve done it forever.   

I’ve been up six different mountains.  I’ve been in sunshine, and I’ve endured my share of storms.  I’ve been to the summit, and I’ve been turned away before I reached the top.  I’ve had trips I treasure, and I’ve had trips cancel at the last moment.

Such is life.

I climbed, and summited, my first peak in 2012.   It was exhilarating.  It was addicting.  It was hard.

When I returned from said mountain, I found out my dad was ill.   I only climbed twice more before he died almost two years later.   I’ve only climbed three times since.

In my mind’s eye, that first climb was an eternity ago, and yet, the years since represent only a small percentage of my years.  Such is the vapor of this life.


I would suggest the compression I exert in my backpack, trying to squeeze in more things that carry less weight,  is much like the compression of moments we all experience in life.   

I try to squeeze in more.   The moments passed feel like days.   I consider myself experienced in the craft of life.  I’ve been in sunshine, and I’ve endured my share of storms. I’ve been to the summit, and I’ve been turned away before I reached the top. I’ve had memories I treasure, and I’ve had objectives cancel at the last moment.

Truth be told, I am still a novice in this climb of life.   And, I am eternally grateful that the LORD is on the trail with me all the way.

“I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord watches over you— the Lord is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.”‭‭Psalm‬ ‭121:1-8‬

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