Our long climb ended in a bald, a treeless meadow at the mountain top. The vistas elicited rave reviews as we munched snacks and sipped water. The mountain dropped off sharply in every direction.
Amanda and Michelle saw the old fire tower converted to an observation deck and decided the view up there had to be better than the one we had down below. Shawn, normally a practical mother, agreed that an additional climb was in order. I tested the stairs and gave permission for the quest, although, as one who suffers from extreme acrophobia, I elected to keep my feet on the ground.
Michelle and Amanda ran up the rickety metal stairs then leaned over the retaining fence to wave at Dad, trembling down below. Shawn joined them at the rail seconds later, and blew gentle kisses which floated back to me. I was happy, sitting there hugging my big rock.
Michelle was determined her Dad would not miss that view and returned to fetch me. Amanda, a full-fledged teen, offered encouragement from on high, “Dad, don’t be a chicken! Come on up here!”
Michelle shared her courage as her little hand was wrapped in mine for the climb. Her weighty words still echo through the years, “Come on, Daddy. It’s OK. Take one step at a time. You can do it.”
Wow, that line speaks volumes, doesn’t it? I made it to the top, though my fingerprints may still be visible in that steel railing. Whew!
Sometimes we miss the prize, the blessing, or the accomplishment because we aren’t willing to tackle the challenge. It seems too hard, too high, or too steep. Taking one step at a time applies to so many endeavors, and the first step is usually the hardest.
David wrote these words:
The steps of a man are established by the LORD, And He delights in his way.
Isn’t it great to have Someone pulling for us? What challenge do you need to conquer? Are you ready to take your first step?