When Beej used to hike with me, he'd bring back hiking sticks, and stand them against the garage for next time. Now granted, I usually had one in hand, but I always used the same one. He brought back big ones, small ones, skinny ones, and even one that looks like the grim reapers scythe. When family came and hiked with us, they would grab a stick and off we'd go.

These pieces of wood now rest against the garage, waiting to be put back into active service. There must be at least a dozen of them. I was sharing with a friend today that I just cannot seem to "want" to hike. I'm not sure why, and it really doesn't matter. I know when family gathers at Christmas, we will hit the trails.

Last week while working in Slidell, Louisiana, there were a few of us who used chain saws, and many who carried tree limbs to the curb. We were on our way home, and sharing our thoughts about the trip (about 30 of us). One of the girls...Megan... shared about how she had to swallow her pride, because carrying two pieces of wood seemed demeaning. She is a very hard worker, and even gained a new nickname...Chainsaw Chick... as she is quite good at using one. As other people shared, I was struck by her words. As a matter of fact, I was moved by the word picture that it brought to mind.

What immediately flooded my thoughts was the scene of my Lord and Savior, as he carried two pieces of wood for me!

"He went through the blood, the least we can do is go through the mud" BJ Higgins


We head to North Carolina today. Please pray for the lost who are attending the services. Also the believers who need a fresh touch from our Savior. May His Name be glorified in all we do!

dad

Our computer crashed last night. I came to camp to post, today. The enemy is on the prowl. Please cover this trip with prayer.