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There is a Biblical verse for every moment in life, so it seems. Today, I wish a verse existed that began with “Here’s the scoop…”

Working at Oklahoma Christian University, we often quote Isaiah 40:31: But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength.They will soar high on wings like eagles.They will run and not grow weary.They will walk and not faint.

Other translations begin this verse with “They that wait upon The Lord…”.

As a family who believes and trusts in Him, waiting seems to be the better fit in this moment.

In a world plagued by the babel we brought upon ourselves at Babel, the interchangeable nature of words in translating our languages provides a beautiful mixture of meaning and metaphor as we try to make sense of our lives on this broken creation called The Earth.

As I made the early morning drive today from our temporary sleeping abode at my sister’s to the medical suite that has emerged at our Mom and Dad’s, a song by Switchfoot was playing on the radio:

Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s bent for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside …

Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken

We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life, yeah

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more…

We were meant to live …

The medical experts have told us, daily, there are less than 24 hours remaining, and they’ve proved it by the level of medical and comfort care resources provided. And 24 hours later, they have re-approved the same assessment for yet another 24, and we remain as both “those who trust”, and “they that wait”.

A night or two ago, in this ever rambling week, a conversation I had with one on a blanket on the floor became a conversation among many, and ultimately a prayer I found myself offering with and on behalf of us all. We asked God to allow us to let go of our agenda, our understanding, and to rely on His timing. I’ve never wished to be in a patriarchal place in life, and yet, here we are.

In his final lucid and not so lucid conscious moments almost a week ago, our Dad proclaimed to all present for me to be “Second in Command”, and I wonder now if there is not an analogy in even those late moment words.

God is in command. We are His children. We were meant to live for so much more.

We have not lost ourselves, or each other.

And so, we trust.

And we remain “they that wait”.

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Well, here we are, and, there we were. The buildup seemed to last forever, as did the days while on the mountain, and now we are back and ground level and back to brass tacks. Life goes on. Accordingly, if you are so interested as to read more about it, I want to share just a few reflections while they still are on my mind and in my heart.

Preparation, Preparation, Preparation

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You plan, you prepare, you plan some more. You count calories: you need more. You count pounds: you need less. It is a conundrum. You need all this gear, this “stuff”. You want comforting conveniences. You need essentials. Which is which? Who determines, and where do you cross the line? You continually think of that one extra thing you need, then you try to take something else out of the pack to compensate. Finally, it is time just to give in and go. Life is kind of like that. I think there is a theme in there somewhere.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. And I have promises yet to keep. And miles to go before I sleep…

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It is early: too early. And, it is raining. Why are we doing this? Because, we made a promise, to ourselves, and to each other. My son and I are taking this trip together, and alone. We want the experience. We need the time. We crave the thin air. I know that sounds odd, and it is, but you have to experience the mountain to be hooked on the feeling. It was the poet Robert Frost who penned the title section above. It could not be any more fitting for the experience we shared.

Take a hike

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You’ve made the long drive. You’ve reached the base of the mountain. The experience you crave awaits. So does the pain you fear. It is time to shed a few more “non essentials”, to worry some more about what you don’t have in your keeping, and to strap on the pack and go. Life is kind of like that.

It’ll do, Pig, it’ll do…

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That is a great quote from the ending of the movie “Babe”, which is a personal childhood favorite of my hiking companion. It also well describes the site we chose to camp. It was ideal, only it wasn’t as high up the trail as we had hoped to make it the first day. Maybe we had started too early that day. Maybe we had driven too far. Maybe we had not acclimated to the altitude before starting our ascent. Maybe it was some of all of that. Irregardless, we found a home that worked for us, and we enjoyed it to the fullest, warts and all. Life is kind of like that.

Acclimating. And, re-acclimating…

Sometimes, you just need to stop, and to breath, especially when the air is thinner.

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We could stand to do that at lower altitudes, as well. Sometimes, you just need to stop and talk, especially when. We could stand to do that more at all altitudes. Getting a little nutrition along the way never hurt, either.

Face down with the LA curbside endings
With the ones and zeros.
Downtown was the perfect place to hide.
The first star that I saw last night was a headlight
Of a man-made sky, but man- made never made our dreams collide,
Collide.

Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain,
We’re awakening
Here we are now with our desperate youth and the pain,
We’re awakening
Maybe it’s called ambition, you’ve been talking in your sleep
About a dream, we’re awakening

Last week found me living for nothing but deadlines,
With my dead beat sky but, this town doesn’t look the same tonight
These dreams started singing to me out of nowhere
And in all my life I don’t know that I ever felt so alive,
Alive

I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to know that my heart’s still beating
It’s beating,
I’m bleeding
I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to live like I know what I’m leaving
I want to know that my heart’s still beating
It’s beating… it’s beating…
I’m bleeding

Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain,
We’re awakening
Here we are now with our desperate youth and the pain,
We’re awakening

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