Up That Hill Part 2
Step by step by step of faith we walked up that hill. The steps seemed endless. So how high is the love of God anyway? And how deep? If you looked down the side of that hill, it was deathly steep and went down - I don't know how far (100 ft ?). If you slipped, I'm sure a tree would've broken your slide. The cross would catch you. It would've been painful. I concentrated on holding the rails so I would not become a human domino show viewed from the heavenlies should I fall backwards.
I made it up to the top but did not stand on that narrow island of a cliff. It reminded me of some 'Lord of the Rings' leaping adventure. I did not want to have to have someone drag me back to the safer spot as I sat lay there in terror. I felt like I would have some kind of spinning-fainting sensation and spared myself the drama. Most of them stood there with smiles - having their picture taken. I was one of the few who played it safe. Box Car John didn't make it up as far as me because of his leg. We did not get to see the spectacular sight that others saw. I just sat on a rock having a conversation with God. "Do I have to go there?" No. But still I fought feelings as if I let God down. What was that about? Then we walked down and I took a big fall - not down the hill - but sideways. Had I been alone, I would've sat there awhile stunned, but Ms. O' Nasis held out her hand and pulled me up. It reminded me of the scene in the Passion of Christ where Simon of Cyrene picked up Jesus' cross. My knees were all scuffed up with dirt and blood. Knees. I kept walking but it stung. At the bottom, Amy, in her motherliness gave me a band-aid. I think some of the fold continued on, but I went back with the others in the direction of the swimming spot. Somehow I ended up walking and talking with a sister alone. It was a Divine time and I could understand why my knees bled.
There were just a few of us who ended up back at the tents. I just had a craving for a Take-Five bar. I remember some prophet saying that there would be candy bar names that had spiritual significance. Whether this one represented the 5 wounds of Jesus or the 5 ascension gifts, I'm not sure. Maybe there is a connection between the two. But lately I've been having a craving for it. So Adam was nice enough to drive me to the ranger's station where there was a vending machine.
And then it was time for swimming. The water was COLD. And if you wanted to stay in for awhile you had to keep moving. So me and Zany Lynette treaded water for awhile in the deep water talking about deep stuff. And then we went back on shore. There was a crowd of people learning how to catch crayfish with a net. The trainer, with high boots, scooped the net under the mud under the water and guided the others on how to haul in the crayfish. I suppose there are some called to catch the ones not in the water but in the mud. Some use a pole catching one at a time (Anthony & Sam) while others get a bunch using a net.
We sat around the campfire just talking. Somebody saw some animal tracks and I suppose it's no surprise that the topic came around to the legend of Big Foot. Just then we heard a rustling. Sure enough it was the thud of some feet trampling the forest floor coming from the men's camp. Finally, we caught sight of what someone called Sasquach-a-Sam.
And that night was a long discussion on True and False Prophecy led by Box Car John. This went on until it became too dark for us to read our Bibles anymore...and then back to the tent. The one with a door that led to another door. It kind of reminded me of the tent of meeting with the holy place and the most holy place. Just symbolically. But the flap was wide open so it didn't matter. Krystalena brought up the fact that she was going to miss us, but I cut her off and commented on how frustrated she was before because she had not clear vision for her life. Now she has a vision and it doesn't seem to have made things easier. In a month she would be in Germany. So much for sensitivity. Maybe I just didn't want to get all emotional. That would be saved for another time.
I woke up early to the sounds of what I believed to be raccoons invading our food supply. I was too tired to fend them off. Isn't that how it is at times. I knew our cooler was safe, but did I care about the others? I was so tired. So many burdens shared and so may issues discussed. I felt that I couldn't get up. But then we had church the next morning around the campfire. I left before the big game that Amy planned for the group happened.
Many things happened. Some I can't share. It seemed the weekend got deeper as we moved more into it and with less I can really write about...perhaps they'll come out in a poem...
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