Hiking the Trail to Table Rock

A metaphor for life…

I stooped down and touched my finger to the cool mountain water. From that gentle touch, my body instantly felt refreshed. There was almost a magical quality to this place…

Sarah and I were about to begin a hike up to the summit of Table Rock with my brother, Evan, and his wife, Jamie. There was a deck at the trailhead overlooking a serene waterfall. I simply couldn’t help myself. I had to feel the water.

The cool refreshment would soon wear off as we began our 3.6 mile hike to the summit. The trail was described as “severe” at the camp entrance. About five minutes in, I was ready to call that a gross undersell.

But every time I started to notice pain in my legs, there would be an opening in the trees for the mountains to show off their unbeatable views. It was just a taste of what was to come, but it gave me a boost of energy to get up the next ridge.

My brother was leading the way, then came Jamie and Sarah. I was bringing up the rear. My eyes were glued to the ground in front of me watching for the next foothold. That’s when I got to thinking…

Focusing on the Next Step

A few weeks back, I wrote about Jeremiah 29:11. I was reminded of that verse again as we made our way up the trail to…