I was on a walk a couple days ago when I met up with The Scoutmaster. About five years ago, this seasoned outdoors man taught my family how to do a 50-mile hike through the mountains and make it fun.
We’ve been hiking ever since.
He showed us how to pack our backpacks and trained along with us so we could endure.
Even though he tried to prepare us, one of the things that we had to discover for ourselves was that a hike is as much a mental task as it is physical.
My pack weighs about 40 pounds. I remember being about halfway up a mountain slope, when I stopped, cursed and yelled, “I quit!”
Of course, I felt pretty stupid when the echo of my voice came back to me because the only way to get off the mountainside was to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Even though I’ve done lots of short and long hikes since then, I’m still amazed at how far a person can go when they simply keep walking. Our progress shouldn’t be surprising because there are so many examples around us. A jagged rock will smooth into a boulder under the constant drip of water. A solid stone wall will become an arch with the drilling of unending gusts of wind. To keep moving forward will allow us to finally reach our destination.
It seems that the same truth applies to life. If you keep pounding away at problems, you’ll get past them. Sure there’s blisters, and dry spells, and maybe even some yelling, but the biggest battle is the mental stamina to keep pushing on.
Hope is a long road. It’s not always straight, but thank the Lord, He put folks in our path to help along the way.
Thanks to all of you who’ve helped me along the path. And thank you wise Scoutmaster for showing that the journey can be fun.