Buckhorn Trail - Colorado Springs

I went on a hike this past weekend with a few friends.

It was a loop hike, meaning we were going to make a circle and end up where we started.

About halfway in the hike we were a bit lost. We didn’t have a map, just a hunch on which direction to go.

Adrenaline kicks up a bit when this happens. What also kicked up for me was excitement.

Sometimes when I have a predictable path to a predictable destination life can feel a little … hmmm … blah?

Looping this back around (get that reference … nice?) I began to think about God’s will in my life.

I’d love to know what life will be like in a year, five years, ten years, and more. Will I still be alive? Will I still be married? How much will I weight? Will I still be this good looking?

This is where trusting comes in.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Jeremiah 29:11

Do I really believe that? Do I really trust that?

The answer is yes, yes I do.

Do I ever feel like my life is somewhere in that hike, lost? Yes, yes I do. But God has plans to “prosper me” and “not to harm me”. I can trust in that.

Lord, help me to trust, even when I feel like I’m lost, help me to trust.

Phone rang, it was my Mom. I was in a meeting so I didn’t answer it. She left a voicemail. Usually not a good sign.

I called her back and it’s not good news. My Pop (Mom’s Dad) fell and hit his head. I guess he was doing alright after the initial fall, but then things got worse. EMT ended up at their house and rushed him to the hospital.

Internal bleeding in the brain. Not good. Doctors do not recommend operating.

Currently as I write this post I have all four of my grandparents alive. For being 33 that is pretty good. But I knew this day would come. The call. THAT call.

I’m gonna spend some time praying tonight. Praying for a miracle, kinda like the miracle that brought Pop back from the dead 5 years ago.

I’m not confident these prayers will be answered in the way I want. Life here in these bodies is finite, meaning it’s gonna end. We’re all gonna go someday. I just pray Pop can hang in there a little longer. He hasn’t got to meet Sydney yet. I know he’d love on her like he does all his other grandkids. He’s a great Pop to us.

That’s all I’m gonna write for now. We’ll see what happens with Pop. A miracle? I don’t know. Praying for one.