I don’t know what I was thinking… an hour to spare and I said, ” Why don’t we take this other trail? It seems silly to go home when we could keep walking for another hour. It can’t possibly take that long.” I don’t know if the map was totally exaggerated or if I was oxygen deprived and not thinking straight, but for me to suggest we hike further????? Totally not me. First of all, let me set the record straight, I do like to hike… as long as the trail is relatively flat, the air is cool and I can wear my flip-flops. Also, I need to walk with slow walking people… my leg stride is so short that I have to run to keep up with others and believe me, I have a few friends who just about kill me when we are walking… at the mall. You know who you are..
But the point is, hiking is a fun way to exercise my body and my mind. I love to look at the world around me as I walk and marvel at creation..( I also, like to stop and sit on creation and take a breather every now and then) I often wonder what it would be like to be someone walking that same route 100 years ago. Obviously, it is a way to get my mind off of the fact that I’m panting and doubled over… but it is way better than walking through a neighborhood or on a treadmill. Way prettier pictures…
Our hike last Friday was at a place we had never been before… we checked it out for its family friendliness and decided that it was going to be a diamond in the rough… a total treasure that we had overlooked. The pictures sported beautiful streams, small and medium sized water falls, a river overlook, rustic bridges, a wild animal or two… we were excited. We gathered our walking sticks… yes, we are that professional… our picnic cooler, cameras and I threw on my flip-flops and headed out the door.
After lunch we headed to the information center to get our trail map and into the woods we went. Our walk was a tree covered, dirt path that took us to a water gate that was long deteriorated and gone … probably for a century and a half… there was an incredible rock wall that had stood the test of time but the stream was a trickle…The only wildlife we saw was a tick crawling on a leg and my husband throwing a rock off of the trail to make us think something was moving in the woods…. Our seven-year-old began to grow weary and began stating her favorite hiking place was not the one where we were…her favorite, she reminded us, was the one that my husband had first suggested we go… I kept telling her to keep her opinions to herself… she longed to see a waterfall…I was determined that this would be her new favorite place…mainly because it was my suggestion… so I didn’t want to leave until she could find that picture perfect waterfall. I wasn’t finding the waterfalls on the map so I thought the river overlook might satisfy a seven-year-old’s desire to see water.
We worked our way back to the main path and I realized that we had a hour before the trails closed… it seemed such a waste to leave after such a short little walk…. we hadn’t even seen a waterfall. As we stood on the hot main trail, our older daughter decided that wanting a haircut was more important than our physical health and she started to zone out of the hiking mood… the first trail was fun but now in the hearts of all but me… well, it was time to leave. Instead, of leaving we took a shortcut through an open meadow that made us all cranky and thirsty. I hike in flip-flops so it is probably also apparent that I would not hike with a bottle of water or any other kind of liquid for that matter. We all began to get thirsty. My husband just so happened to have a Diet Coke Plus in the camera case and the girls were at least able to share that. About two thirds of the way into our “shortcut” we realized our timing was going to be an issue and now the whole bathroom thing kicked in too. We were so close to the river overlook that it seemed silly to walk away so my husband said that we could definitely make it if we walked back in double time. “Double time? I have been walking in double time,” I said. ….. (Remember my walking stride is short) So I finally shrugged it off and said, “On to the Overlook” With frustrated hiking daughters, we made it there. Still no waterfall, but it was a nice view… a cool, safe cliff to sit on and look over into the murky waters of the Kentucky River…. totally worth the walk…. we double-timed our way back to the car… we made it out of the park with 3 minutes to spare before they closed the gates. It was as if we had accomplished a tremendous feat.
Sometimes it seems that the most difficult thing to overcome happens to be the best experience that we never dreamed it could be. Our hike wasn’t devastating… but it wasn’t filled with many moments that would be considered incredible at the time either. However, looking back, had we stopped walking when we did, we wouldn’t have seen the river from the overlook point and we wouldn’t have had the family memory…. now we can laugh about it.
I’m preparing for The Family Adventure (a family event where I work) and I was reading the Persistent Widow Parable. You know, that lady kept on “keeping on.” She didn’t give up asking for justice. She finally got on the nerves of the judge so he gave in to her request. 
Jesus said that if we see this uncaring, unjust judge answering the request, then just imagine what a loving Father would do. It would be really easy to look at that parable and take away from it that we have to beg and whine in order for God to answer our prayers the way we want them answered or we should ask God to be our genie in a lamp, but I don’t think that either is the point. I think the point may be to not give up before it is time to quit so you don’t miss out on the blessing that God has in store. Maybe persistence in prayer is not for us to feel good about the accomplishment or the gift, but maybe it helps us appreciate the power of God.
So, if you are hiking and are ready to quit before the trails close… double-time your walk and continue on to another trail… you might see something incredible.
If you are praying and seeking God’s will, don’t give up when things seem quiet… but instead keep on “keeping on” and hold on for an incredible experience of God at work.
He loves you.
Luke 18:1-8
Parable of the Persistent Widow
1 One day Jesus told his disciples a story to show that they should always pray and never give up. 2 “There was a judge in a certain city,” he said, “who neither feared God nor cared about people. 3 A widow of that city came to him repeatedly, saying, ‘Give me justice in this dispute with my enemy.’ 4 The judge ignored her for a while, but finally he said to himself, ‘I don’t fear God or care about people, 5 but this woman is driving me crazy. I’m going to see that she gets justice, because she is wearing me out with her constant requests!’”
6 Then the Lord said, “Learn a lesson from this unjust judge. 7 Even he rendered a just decision in the end. So don’t you think God will surely give justice to his chosen people who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? 8 I tell you, he will grant justice to them quickly! But when the Son of Man[a] returns, how many will he find on the earth who have faith?”
You could probably say that if I was a car then I would be a 2010 Camaro. Totally able to take on any other car and never feel ashamed or embarrassed of my ability. I would zoom down the highway just racing by all of those minivans and family cars. . I wouldn’t even have to refuel because I might also really be a Transformer! Nothing would slow me down… every goal and objective that I aimed for would be reached without any hesitation because my speed and accuracy would threaten or take down any obstacle…. Yep, that is me…. a red, 2010…. I should add, convertible… Camaro. Vroom……vroom.
Actually at this point, I am more like a scooter…well, maybe a scooter going up hill… or more likely a scooter going up hill with an oversized load…. okay, a scooter going up hill with an oversized load on a gas fumes only…. I really should pull over and call for help but instead I’ll push myself on up the hill at whatever the cost….At least I’m a red scooter….
See what I mean? Those things aren’t costly… 
at least not costly in monetary terms and Mother’s Day would seem so trouble free. So now who do we take them to? What should this mascot be? A goose, maybe? (very motherly like) How about a kangaroo? (Another motherly figure) Possibly even some rough looking muscle guy? Or how about a little bird? ( “A little bird told me….”) I don’t know. And what about the name? Maybe “Mother’s Day Mother Goose” or “Mama Flyer” or “Mother’s Day Sparrow”… Or better yet.. It would be someone who could really get the job done…. Super Nanny Jo!
Dr. Seuss was an absolute childhood favorite of mine. Many nights I would lay in bed and read and reread a multitude of Dr. Seuss books… they are a wonderful part of my childhood memories. Since I found out that his birthday was earlier this week I thought that I would tribute Dr. Seuss as I tell a story of a love that I was an eyewitness to this week…Enjoy
The Prodygal Life 