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alone, anxiety, challenges, companions, creation, curse, encourage, fear, friend, God, gratitude, panic, prayer, sabbatical, stranger, yes
Last week, I finished up my sabbatical on a trip with college friends to Acadia National Park. Having been friends for over 26 years, and having traveled together, domestically and abroad, we know each other well – each other’s habits, weaknesses, and strengths. We know who is most likely to get up early for exercise, who you don’t talk to before they’ve had coffee, and who is a total chicken when it comes to anything adventure related. That last one would be me. But since we all know how tentative I am, we all know they will push me to try new adventures anyway, and I will say yes – even if I grumble, curse, and sometimes pray my way through the adventures.
This year’s adventure was hiking the Beehive Loop Trail – a trail with a steep mountain cliff, boulders, exposed ledges, and iron rungs. We’ve done hikes before, and I’m relatively fit, but this was definitely a difficulty I have never tried and would certainly not have tried of my own volition. But this is what we do, and so off I went. I knew the trail was no joke when the first part of the “trail” was actually just a path of small boulders to navigate over. As we made our way up, I could see the views were going to be amazing. But I stopped when I got to the first real set of iron rungs. After a few deep breaths, some encouraging words whispered in my ear, I grabbed the first rung. As I scanned for where to place my feet, I could see worn footholds from thousands of hikers before me. As we walked along ledges, the skinny tree trunks I used as handholds were smooth from those same thousands of hikers who had grabbed them before me. When the hikers in front of us were moving slowly and we just had to stand on narrow ledges waiting for our turn, I hugged the rock cliff beside us.
During that hike, I slowly realized the reason I say yes to these challenging women is not because I’m avoiding conflict or caving to peer pressure. I say yes because I am never alone in my yes. Whether it is my amazing friend who refuses to bound ahead because she knows that if I slip or start to panic, she will catch me and encourage me ever so gently. Whether it is the guidance of travelers before me who have left their wisdom behind. Whether it is in God’s creation herself who stands strong when we need her. So, as I mutter the reminder, “I love these women…” like it’s both a curse and a blessing, I am reminding myself I am not alone. When I sigh in profound gratitude, “Thank you, tree,” I am reminding myself that God has not left me comfortless. When I watch out-of-shape elders, and seemingly too young youngsters, being cheered on and reaching the top, I am reminded that none of us is alone.
I wonder what challenges you are facing today that feel like a challenge you are facing alone. I could have faced that mountain ledge or those crazy iron rungs and thought, “I am utterly alone in this. Only I can take each step, ascend each level. This is my battle to face.” But just as I was never alone – and not just with my three other friends, but with countless generations of hikers, and centuries old formations of God’s creation, we are not alone in the challenges we face either. How many times have we cried out to God for help, only to find a friend or stranger unexpectedly accompanying us? Sometimes that worn foothold is hard to notice in the face of panic. Sometimes the smoothness of that tree trunk is barely noticeable because we are gripping so hard or trying to move forward so quickly. But God is with us, giving us companions for the journey. We are not alone.