Last spring Glen and I went to Sedona to hike the trails by some of the most amazing scenery in the world. While there, I wished I had brought along a hiking stick because some of the trails are steep or rocky. In he last five years, I’ve developed a mild case of neuropathy—just enough to affect my balance when I don’t have a strong foothold.
While visiting with my daughter and her family last fall in New Jersey, my grandson, Nate, chose to go to Cabela’s, (known as the world’s foremost outfitter for outdoor activities), instead of having a birthday party. I took off by myself to explore the massive store and found a retractable hiking stick that would fit into my carryon suitcase—on sale! I purchased it and felt sure I’d found the best deal of the day.
I’ve had that walking stick for six months and have yet to take it to the desert and hike. Today’s message from Jeremiah reminds me that I bought the stick for a purpose. Now, I need to get out of my creative writing cave and go for a hike. See you later!
God, you promised Jeremiah you would stick with him. Please stick with me, too. Amen.