Scale the Mountain – A West Texas Adventure

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“Love, wake up!  Let’s go to Big Bend National Park!”  I don’t know where it is or how long it will take to get there, but I want to go.

We roll out of bed, grab a coffee and head out to far West Texas.  It takes us six hours to arrive.  This native Tejana has never seen tumbleweeds until today. Roadrunners make their way across the splintered desert rock.  Deep yellow, red and orange hues splash onto the fresh green foliage.

We head up to the Chisos Mountains of Big Bend where we drive for over 30 miles into the desert mountain range.  At the visitor’s station we are given strict instructions on what to do if we are approached by a mountain lion.

“And watch out for bears!”  The chipper game warden rises on her tippy toes and floats off like a ballerina whilst singing, “bears, bears, bears” as she disappears into the other room.  (That part is fiction, but she may as well have.)

Bears we can handle.  A honeymoon trip to the Great Smokey Mountains sedated any thoughts we had on black osos.  But, lions?  “What are we even doing here!?”

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“Your idea.”  My husband smiles, climbs out of the car, and proceeds to Lost Mine Trail.  We pass a sign that replicates instructions on what to do in case we’re attacked by a lion.  Specifically, that we should grab our children – that are not with us, huddle together and look as big as possible.

Have you seen me?  I’m five foot one.  How do I pretend to look as big as possible to ward off a lion?  A tiny voice, that often quotes books, drops me a line:  “If you don’t go up on that mountain for awhile, how are you ever going to bring down any tablets?”

Really?  You can’t whisper something more along the lines of “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me?”

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While I’m adamant that I’m not Moses, my husband grabs a walking stick and my hand.  We head up Casa Grande Mountain.  From the bottom looking up, things seem impossible.  Add uncertainty to the mix and it can be challenging to understand the big picture.

Huddle together and look tall, I repeat to myself.  Together we trek a ways in and turn around before sunset.  No lion sightings this trip.  We walk over to view the sun make its way into the expanse of the desert floor through The Window that separates Emory Peak and the Chisos Basin.  It is spectacular.

Whatever you are facing today, know that you are not alone.  Scale the mountain and come back with wisdom in your heart; enjoy all that was made for you.

In the face of uncertainty huddle together and look tall.

I will instruct you and teach you the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you.   Psalm 32:8

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