I have been reflecting lately on one of the first times Mike and I skied together. We were dating at the time, still getting to know each other in so many ways. As we started out, Mike asked me what kind of hills I liked to ski, and I told him I liked anything but black with moguls. I am able to ski black, but I do not care for the thrill of it. I like to enjoy being outside. I like the feeling of gently swooping back and forth across the hill marveling at God’s creation, all while perfectly in control of my body. Mike on the other hand, skis for the thrill. The point for him is to find a challenge and go fast. Regardless of our differences in taste, we enjoyed the morning skiing a variety of hills working our way around the mountain. Conceivably, though, Mike was secretly assessing my skill because suddenly we “happened” upon a hill, steep as could be, full of moguls. DOUBLE Black. I clearly stated that I did not want to ski this hill, perhaps mentioning that I had already told him this once before…. Mike, in all his gentleness, replied that at this point we didn’t have any other options, and he supposed the only thing we could do was go down it. After some comforting and consoling, he took off down the hill leaving me to decide if I was going to follow or not. So I followed.
I thought that this was a simple event in our dating history, laughable even. As I have reflected on it the past couple of weeks I see that in a very real way it characterizes our life together. Mike at the edge of adventure, and me, praying for strength, following to places that I never dreamed I’d go.
Maybe that day of skiing was a test I didn’t know I was taking; would I follow into the scary? Into the unknown? Into the adventure? I didn’t know then that we would go to places I didn’t want to go, didn’t plan to go, but God has nonetheless given me everything I need to go. And that is HIMSELF. “This is my command: be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or discouraged for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”
So here we are again at the top of another mountain, freshly reminded that it is God’s power alone that we can walk in, that we are weak but his grace is sufficient for his power is made perfect in weakness.
So deep breath. The waiting is seemingly almost over. Our house is under contract again. If all goes as planned we will be closing in about 7 weeks. Mike is working full time for the church plant which has made it possible for us to travel back and forth between the beach and Spartanburg, starting to build relationships and making new connections. We’re looking for a house in Spartanburg. I am homeschooling Parker full time to further allow for this transition (which truly has been a blessing!). It’s certainly not the relaxing descent I envisioned. The hill is steep with lots of bumps, but the Lord our God is with us in this adventure.