In my last blog post, I shared that thriving doesn’t differentiate the bottom of the mountain from the top. Truly, we can thrive no matter where we are on our mountain journey. That’s good news!  

So how do we thrive, regardless of where we are on the journey?

We prepare.

Preparation is one of the most important parts of mountain climbing. It’s what makes us strong and gets us ready. 

In order to endure the climb up Huayna Picchu Mountain in Peru, I enlisted a trainer who simulated mountain climbs during our workouts. She helped me build stamina. She motivated me to become stronger. She cheered me on so I could accomplish my goal. 

Those pre-mountain workouts made me feel healthy, strong and confident. Even though preparing was difficult, it was well worth it—not only on mountain-climbing day—but long after the climb.

Just as I prepared physically for my big climb, I’ve learned spiritual training is just as vital for everyday climbing. Reading my Bible first thing in the morning gives me the juice I need for that particular day. The extended benefit is God’s words take root in my heart and thoughts and are useful for future journeys, as well.

Lately, I’ve been reading about the prophet Elijah in 1 Kings. For three and a half years Elijah waits through a drought for God to give him his assignment. These years proved to be a time of preparation for Elijah. During this quiet time of waiting, Elijah saw God’s provision every day through a widow who only had a tiny bit of oil and flour to spare. Yet the jar of flour and jug of oil was not used up until the Lord gave rain on the land (1 Kings 17:14). 

What things did Elijah do during the drought? He waited and watched. Each day for three and and a half years, Elijah witnessed God’s faithfulness with food from a jar that never ran dry. 

What a great lesson for me when I think preparation is always “doing something.” Sometimes preparation is waiting and watching. Waiting to see God’s faithfulness in action. And watching to see how that action proves God to be true and trustworthy. Almost always, it is through the little things God is faithful which is why we often miss it. That’s why droughts are necessary. They allow us the opportunity to wait and watch. In the end, this preparation allows us to see God’s power and provision when we might have otherwise missed it. 

We all experience highs and lows that feel a lot like mountain journeys. Most likely yours looks different than mine. Your mountain may be easily defined with clear steps forward. Or it may look more like an obstacle course—not like a mountain at all. 

Wherever you are on your journey, I want you to know I am cheering for you! I’m hoping you grasp the challenge to thrive so you can see how God, who loves you more than you can imagine, has prepared you for your particular mountain climb.

The Bible says this about God’s preparation for your big plans: “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him” (1 Corinthians 2:9).

His plans are bigger than you can even imagine! 

Whether you are experiencing a season of drought, a tough climb, or challenging steps; I encourage you, dear reader, to embrace this time of preparation. You will soon embark on a mountain journey, even if you don’t see it now. Take it one step at a time. Begin today.

This is progress, and progress leads to thriving, no matter the size of step. 

A few years ago our family visited Machu Picchu in Peru. In researching for the trip, I decided to climb Huayna Picchu, the smaller of the two mountains at the historic Inca site. Known as the “Stairs of Death,” this climb leads you to one of the most rewarding and amazing views.

Problem.

Getting there.

The climb consists of hiking, climbing steps and sometimes even crawling. Recognized by many as one of the most incredible adventures on the planet, the entire trip  —from start to finish — is usually completed in only three hours.

Mountain climbing is not my thing. I’m a scaredy-cat.

Yet, I had been asking Jesus to take me to risky places I wouldn’t normally go because of my fear. Professionally, I had just finished writing my first book which took me totally out of my comfort zone. The project had challenged me mentally and spiritually. I needed a break so a physical challenge piqued my interest. I was in pretty good shape so why not try a mountain climb to take me to my next risky place?

When I look back at the total mountain climbing journey, the word thrive comes to mind. The top of the mountain was exhilarating, but the peak was only part of the experience. The preparation for the climb, the actual climb, and the descent added to the whole adventure.

In reflection, I discovered a lot about thriving and realized mountain experiences may look different at different times in our lives.

Living through a pandemic has helped me see that we can thrive even when the mountain doesn’t meet our expectations or the climb doesn’t feel all that risky. This realization made me ask, “Is it possible to thrive when the whole world is placed on hold?” I say, “Yes.”

If you struggle because you feel like you aren’t thriving, I know how you feel! I’ve struggled too. Let me share with you a definition I discovered which helps me look at thriving in a whole new way. According to Merriam-Webster we thrive when we progress toward or realize a goal in despite of or because of circumstances.

I love this definition of thrive because progress is part of thriving and circumstances are not qualifiers. You really can thrive no matter where you are on your journey and regardless of what your mountain looks like.

We tend to think we thrive only when we’ve reached the top of the mountain. But progress is thriving. And progress occurs more often on the journey up and down the mountain than it does at the top.

So here’s what I’ve learned: Thriving doesn’t differentiate the bottom of the mountain from the the top of the mountain.

This is great news because we can truly thrive no matter where we are on our mountain journey. Instead of being overwhelmed by how high the mountain is in front of you, perhaps all you need to do today is turn around and see how far you’ve already come!

In my next post, I will share more about getting up the mountain when it seems impossible.

One of my favorite episodes of Laverne & Shirley, an old TV show about two whacky female friends; is when the main characters save every penny so they can take a dream vacation to “near-Mexico.” Not Mexico. Not New Mexico. But “near” Mexico.

Envision with me all the silliness:

Their luxurious hotel room becomes a construction debacle with only three completed walls.
The exotic swimming pool consists of a blow-up pool in the hotel lobby.
The tropical weather turns into an unseasonable hurricane.

There is no real moral to Laverne and Shirley’s vacation story (it’s a sitcom with no obligation) except to notice each of the two character’s perspectives. Laverne calls the place a dump, thinks the pool is stupid and complains about unseasonable weather. Shirley, on the other hand, keeps her chin up and finds bright spots in all the absurdity.

I share all this with you to ask if you think this sounds a little like our own expectations during COVID.

In 2020, we certainly gave up exciting and potentially wonderful experiences only to replace them with “near fun” opportunities. We engaged in new hobbies and habits that seemed short-lived or felt second-best.

For many of us, it’s been difficult to say we’ve thrived in the past year. But somehow, we survived and honestly, some days that felt like a win.

However, some have truly thrived during this time. They’ve taken the Shirley approach, so to speak.

That’s why — in the coming blog posts — I thought it might be fun to share some thoughts about what I’ve witnessed about thriving over the past year. What does it look like when you choose to thrive, not just survive, even when circumstances try to tell you otherwise?

One thing I’m learning is thriving — rather than just surviving — can be a real struggle. That’s not only during COVID, but at other times in my life.

I’ve been calling this past year a mountain journey. I’d love for you to join me on it, no matter where you are on your own personal journey.

My hope is that as we learn together, you will begin to say with me, “Life isn’t just what happens at the mountain top, it’s also the climb and the descent that make it both Wild & Wonderful!”

I’ve been keeping a bottle of sparkling grape juice and a container of whipped cream in my fridge just in case a celebration is needed. When I awoke on January 1, 2021, I knew both would be called into action.

The television morning shows were quick to forget the events of this past year and pretend they never happened. I started feeling bad for 2020. What if good things really occurred but we forgot to celebrate them?

This past year, we experienced sadness, confusion, poor health, isolation, and other disappointments; too many to list. We spent plenty of time lamenting over our struggles and challenges. Sure, hardship tests us, but it also shapes us and makes us grow. Remembering this, I wanted to give 2020 the respect it deserved.

I realized there were actually things to celebrate even if I’d forgotten them. I asked God to help me remember, especially the little things. Why? So I could focus on His faithfulness. It didn’t take long to see the biggest reason to celebrate 2020 comes from something Jesus said, “…and surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” Matthew 28:20

What a great reminder, throughout all of 2020, Jesus was there, traveling with me, regardless the direction circumstances of the year took me. What a reason to celebrate!

Now what?  I’m off to make a cup of hot cocoa with a huge dollop of whipped cream on top.

 

“For the Lord your God will personally go ahead of you. He will neither fail you nor abandon you.” Deuteronomy 31:6

I’m thrilled to introduce you to guest blogger and my friend, Becky Jones.

As a child I spent every Summer at Girl Scout camp.  Those experiences prepared me for the future in many ways, but one experience especially influenced my spiritual life.

At the end of every two-week session there was a final campfire in the clearing of a heavily wooded area.  To get to the site, we had to walk quite a distance on a narrow, winding path.  Both sides of the path had thick brush, large stones, and a lot of poison ivy.  Walking the path during the day was easy; you could clearly see the trail and the hazards.   But traveling the path at night in complete darkness could be frightening, especially to first-time campers.  So to safely guide the group, Council Scouts –girls who had been at the camp for at least 3 Summers – stood at strategic intervals with their flashlights pointed down.  Until you reached the clearing, you could only see the path as far as the next spot of light – just a few feet further down the trail.  The seasoned campers knew that our path would be lit the entire way and that we would safely reach our destination.  But new campers?  They had no idea how far the walk was or what was waiting for them at the end of the trail.

Believers are all traveling toward the same destination – eternal life with God – but each experiences the journey differently.  On the path, some are ahead of us, some behind.  Those ahead of us can give us encouragement, showing how to avoid the crumbling shoulders and rocky terrain, and how to travel on the solid parts of the path.   And to those behind us we have the opportunity of  sharing our experiences of things yet unseen by them, in order to reassure them that the path is secure.

Although I’ve asked enough times, God has yet to reveal the entire map of my journey, but maturing faith has proven repeatedly that He does provide sufficient daily guidance if only I will seek His will. Just like on that flashlight-lit path, I must trust Him and His promises, and I yearn for the day that I have grown enough spiritually that the trust is automatic and complete.  David had reached that level of trust when he wrote Psalm 23:

³ He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. ⁴ Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Prayer:  “Lord, every day, let me be a faith walker – to see my life from Your perspective by spending more time with You in prayer, by reading Your Word, and by listening to Your Holy Spirit.  Help me to remember to encourage others just as I have been encouraged by my brothers and sisters in Christ.  Amen. “

After a fulfilling career in the medical field that took her all over the United States, Becky Jones now resides in Opelika, AL with her husband of almost 40 years.  For the past two years, she has been striving to “re-wire” herself to become a human BEING rather than a human DOING, and she still refuses to be defined by her chronological age.

Last weekend my son married his bride… a second time. You see, we are living in a COVID world and things are a little weird right now. On May 9, as originally scheduled, the couple married in a small ceremony with parents and siblings present. Just a few months later, they renewed their vows and celebrated with many more family and friends. I am grateful for both of those amazing experiences!

Bride and Groom had a small wedding and then they had a big wedding. The beautiful bride adorned her enchanting dress not once but twice. The Cake. Yep, we had it two times. Both days were special. The first was under some strain of giving up a dream, yet it was intimate and momentous. The second, still under some strain regarding health and safety of guests, was celebratory and full of joy.

In the middle of the two weddings I observed a couple who are in love, navigating some pretty difficult challenges. But COVID would not have the last word on this story. The reason? Jesus’ joy rested firmly on the players.

I experienced and witnessed this joy on each person involved in this wedding story. We never lost sight of the reason for the occasion. An eternal love commitment was the goal. It commenced on May 9 and then pronounced 139 days later.

I do not wish this method of wedding events for anyone; it is not for the faint of heart. However, what a privilege to know even when dreams seemed dashed, joy can still be present. Our families chose to hold fast to what mattered most. For us, this was a pursuit of Jesus and a union of love.

It is true, some days are better than others. We experienced two special days with some not so great days in-between. But the in-between days reminded us joy does not live in our circumstances. It is who we are.