Two years passed, and now it's 2014. The seven year anniversary of when my sister and brother-in-law filed their lawsuit against us was fast approaching. My husband and I decided to mark the anniversary by once again going to PA to hike another section of the Appalachian Trail. As we were driving, my husband and I were talking about God's incredible faithfulness. We remarked how last time (2012), we felt our trip to the A.T. was a time of reflection and preparation. This time (2014), the trip felt like a time of celebration. That seemed a little odd to us. Why would this trip feel like a celebration when we are still caught up in the middle of "the storm"? We were exhausted from caring for my husband's parents, and we were grateful to be getting away for a few days—but celebration? What does that mean?
After several wonderful days of hiking, I was surprised to hear the words, "I realize we will never be able to complete the Appalachian Trail" come out of my mouth. What did that mean? What was going on? We are hiking on the footpath God put us on!! Why are things changing? How is the ending of a long held dream and goal a celebration?
We had just a few more days to hike before we needed to head back home. The plan was already set for where we were going to hike next. We were going to finish the last section into Duncannon. But, before we did that section, we decided to take a day off and drive up a little farther to the area where Jane grew up and lived—Lickdale and Lebanon, PA.
Oh my. I loved exploring the area where Jane grew up. What a gift to be able to visualize Jane's account of her childhood as detailed in the assignment she wrote entitled
An Ever-Widening Path. I could imagine Jane as a teenager exploring the flora of the trail like detailed in the fictional story she wrote entitled
The Silent Challenge.
I could see with my own eyes what Jane saw; I could experience for myself what Jane experienced. It was very emotional day. We were walking in Jane's footsteps while hiking on the same A.T. footpath Jane loved and hiked.
The Appalachian Trail crosses the Swatara Creek on an old iron bridge a short distance from where Jane lived as a child. As we stood on the bridge, watching the swift waters of the Swatara Creek flow by, we thanked God for blessing our lives with Jane and for using her to speak to us. We prayed the God-given chapters Jane told us to read: Psalm 150, Psalm 140, Psalm 1, and Psalm 8. We prayed the prayer of Jabez, asking God to bless us and to enlarge our sphere of influence. As my husband and I stood there in silence, mesmerized by the flowing water of the Swatara Creek, a new thought suddenly became clear to both of us. A new reality. We
knew that our journey on the Appalachian Trail was over. God was telling us that it was time to get off the footpath of the A.T. Our compromise plan of hiking some of the trail in each state wasn't going to happen.
I was faced with abandoning my dream and facing a new painful reality—our journey of hiking the Appalachian Trail was over.
God used the correlations between hiking the trail and following HIS footpath to teach me so many life lessons. I loved every minute of it. The hiking. The planning. The sweating. The aloneness with nature. The welcome respite from "the storm." The familiarity and the solitude of the trail brought me comfort and soothed my soul. God put us on the A.T. footpath. Why was He now taking us off? My husband and I stood on the old iron bridge and shed a few tears. We kept looking at each other asking, "What does this mean?" We crossed the bridge and in silence followed the Appalachian Trail a short distance to the east of Swatara Creek and then turned around and followed the trail a short distance to the west. We picked up a stone to bring home. Then reluctantly, we turned, and we left the trail behind.
The thought of leaving the trail was crushing.
As we were driving back to where we were staying in Carlisle, a large severe thunderstorm began to develop. The storm was just to the west of the Interstate we were driving on. There were flashing signs along the highway warning of the impending danger. We had about 25 miles to go before we reached our destination. The sky looked ominous, but God held off the storm until we safely reached the
Red Cardinal Bed and Breakfast, where we were staying. Then it hit, and boy did it hit. The hardest hit area was where we planned to hike next. There was wide spread devastation. Trees and electric lines were down and homes were damaged. There was no way it was going to be feasible to hike in our planned area because of all the downed trees and destruction. I was distraught. I knew this journey was going to end—but seriously!?! Don't I get to hike one more time on this trip? Don't I get to say a final good-bye to my faithful old friend—the Appalachian Trail?
The emotions of giving up my dream of hiking the Appalachian Trail hit me. We went to bed. My husband held me as I laid in the bed and just sobbed. My heart felt broken. I couldn't sleep so I got out of bed to look at the trail map. We were limited in where we could go to hike because we were no longer going to have the rental car to shuttle us from one point to another. For the first time, I looked at the area on the map that was just to the east of where Jane grew up. I found a spot where we could park and hike to the east for several miles to an overlook and then hike back out. There also was another overlook to the west of the parking area.
That is what we would do. We would go back and hike the land where Jane hiked. We would spend our last day walking in her footsteps.
We had one day to wait. We spent the day driving to some of our favorite spots and exploring new areas around the Cumberland Valley. We'd grown to love the Carlisle, PA area and we realized we probably would not be coming back this way again. It was a very bittersweet day. I felt numb and in a daze. Most of the day was spent in reflective silence as we drove the back roads of the valley. Way back when I first began to think about hiking the trail, I ordered the books and maps for three areas: Northern Virginia, Maryland, and Pennsylvania. I was going to order more books and maps as I needed them. Well, it turns out the original maps were the only ones we were ever going to need.
I always thought we would take each grandchild with us so they could experience section hiking the Appalachian Trail. Now I realized that we would still take each one of them with us, but we would not be exploring new areas in our quest to finish the
trail. We would instead take them to the footpaths we walked during this seven year
"storm" time in our lives and we would share with them how God used the well-worn
footpath of the A.T. to teach us about HIS footpath. We would show them
the blazes and teach them the lessons we've learned. We would be sharing with our grandchildren our faith journey, not our Appalachian Trail journey.
The day for our last hike on the Appalachian Trail finally came. After another wonderful breakfast at the B&B, we headed out. It was my 60th birthday. We found the parking place I found on the map two nights before. We parked the truck and started hiking. It was the rockiest trail we have ever hiked on. We met a hiker who had severely sprained his ankle and was hobbling back to the roadway. He warned us to watch out for poisonous snakes; he had just passed some sunning themselves on the rocks. The trail was like a boulder field. You literally had to carefully place each footstep because of the many irregular shaped and jagged rocks. It was difficult and very slow going, but we finally made it to the overlook. It was nice to rest and look out over the valley below. After eating a snack, we turned around and headed back to the roadway. We picked up another rock to take home. It was settled in our minds, it was time to get off the Appalachian Trail; it was time to move on.
As we crossed the road to hike the trail a short distance to the west, we ran into a gentleman from Ohio who was thru hiking. (
Hike it Forward - Dr. D. on the A.T.) We met him south of Duncannon a few days before. We asked him where he was during the storm. We told him we said a prayer for him and the other hikers who were out in it. He said he was on the crest of the mountain and it was very windy, but he thought, "God is my protector," and he rolled over and went to sleep. I love that. When you hike a trail, whether it be the Appalachian Trail or your own personal faith trail, you cannot be afraid or you will not be successful. That doesn't mean you press forward with reckless and foolish abandon. You have to prepare and do your part, but then you have to let go, surrender, and trust. Before Dr. D. took his first step on the A.T. footpath, he hiked more miles than the entire length of the trail (2200+ miles) in preparation for the journey.
We wished Dr. D success on making it to Mount Katadhin, and then we continued on our path. The dense growth of trees suddenly opened up and we could see the sun shining through a clearing in the woods ahead of us. As we got closer to the opening we were stunned by the beauty of the view. Large boulders lay exposed, spilling down the side of the mountain and opening the trail up to a beautiful and stunning 180 degree panoramic view of the valley below us. We sat down on the boulders and gazed out over the valley. We sat there in solitude for at least 45 minutes. We again quoted Psalm 150, Psalm 140, Psalm 1, and Psalm 8. From the mountain top we watched the ravens soaring
beneath us, their shadows dancing over the tree tops as they floated over the valley spread out before us. It was just incredibly beautiful. A rooster crowed in the distance. We looked at each other and said, "What a perfect place and way to end our hiking."
God chose to end our Appalachian Trail journey by showing us that valley experiences are beautiful when you view them from a higher perspective. Incredibly, we learned this new Truth in the exact area Jane would have sat and contemplated the beauty of the Father's hand as well.
God's new plan for our lives was a total blindside and a tearful process, but we were at peace. We thanked God for giving us such an unexpected gift, and then we got up and walked back to the truck. We walked away and left the trail behind. That chapter of our lives had come to an end.
When we felt God was directing us to begin praying about a
New Beginning (in July of 2012), we had no idea that two years later it was going to mean a painful ending. God was letting us know it was time to move on. Following HIS footpath no longer included hiking the Appalachian Trail footpath; the direction of HIS footpath was changing.
What is going on?
We don't know. As I was writing this entry, three different times I accidentally
misspelled the word "trail" and typed "trial" instead. The only other
time I can ever recall doing that is when I was writing about
The Journey: Part One on July 1st. Following the footpath "trail" of the Appalachian Trail is over, but HIS footpath continues. Maybe God is preparing us for when our seven year "trial" ends and
The New Beginning: The Path Unfolds begins.
We are in
The Land In-Between—the valley between the mountains—
and it is beautiful land. We will continue to wait for the fulfillment of God's promises.
The fulfillment of His promises are in the future; the TRUTH of His promises are past tense and written in stone. While we await the fulfillment of His promises, there is no doubt in our mind about the truth of His promises or His faithfulness. He has the power to do what He has promised.
There is almost an excitement in the air. It
is a time of celebration! A celebration of the past and the anticipation of a
New Beginning. We are ready to move on one step at a time. We believe God is showing us it is time to let go.
Remember where you came from. Look forward. There is a new plan. Embrace the future.
On the drive home from PA, my husband said he felt it was time to start planning and building the arbor/pavilion with the stone wall and fireplace that will memorialize what the LORD has done. We've always said that when it was the right time, God would let us know. Well, it's the right time. The planning has begun. The rocks, which will be engraved with the scriptures Jane told us to read, are being chosen and the building of the walls will soon begin. We WILL remember. The stories of God's faithfulness WILL be remembered and told.
Addendum: 8/14/14 ~ I've been thinking about something the innkeeper at the Bed and Breakfast said to me. We spent five days staying in their lovely home in Carlisle, PA and on our last day there she said to me, "You are the calmest people we have ever had stay here." You've just read what we were going through at the exact time she viewed us as being calm. And then it hit me, we were calm!
We have learned what it means to be calm even in the midst of a storm. NOTHING we go through changes these facts: we are a child of the King of kings and Lord of lords; we are loved by Him; and nothing else matters. Hallelujah! That is enough. That is
more than enough.
I say we have
learned what it means to be calm at ALL times because it is not something that comes naturally. It ONLY comes when you are
willing to learn what it means to be totally surrendered to God and
whatever HIS will is for your life. That doesn't mean there is a giddy flippant attitude of reckless nonchalance. It's not that at all. It was a very emotional and difficult time trying to understand the change of course and God's new plan for our lives, but at NO TIME did we ever feel alone, abandoned, abused, or neglected by our Savior. We trust HIM—period. And
that is what gives us the ability to remain calm and have peace in ALL circumstances, whatever they may be.
Addendum #2: 8/15/14 ~ Well... we've just had another opportunity to feel God's calm in the midst of difficult situations. Last afternoon, around 5:00 p.m.,
a pickup pulled into our drive and delivered us unbelievable news. They are in the initial phase of planning a gas trunk line through our property. What?? Where on earth did this come from? It was the first time we were aware that a trunk line was even being considered. The installation of a new trunk line would swallow up a large section of land and would have a serious impact on our business.
We called our son to tell him what was going on. Then he told us about his horrible day. One of our tractors came within seconds of burning to the ground. Literally. Our son had to shovel a tremendous amount of dirt onto the tracks in an intense situation to save it from being destroyed. His hand was burned, but otherwise the LORD protected his health. The damage to the tractor appears to be minimal in comparison to what it could have been.
If that wasn't enough, this morning a live tree broke off about five feet above the ground and fell from the east to the west on one of our buildings causing several thousands of dollars in damage, even though there was no wind, no storm, and the tree was alive, solid, and healthy.
BUT—understand this!!!
We will not give up, give in, or give out. God has provided for us in the past, and HE
will provide for us in the future. Our faith is in HIM! We will continue on. I am SO thankful and grateful for how we have all handled all that is coming our way. There is certain evidence that we aren't who we used to be. We aren't lying awake at night, we don't feel stress, and we aren't anxious. Not because of any skill or effort of our own. No. It is ONLY because of the change in our hearts. A decision to follow Christ—no matter what. I fully believe that God will soon be showing us how He is going to "uphold the cause of the needy." The opposition heats up the closer it comes to God getting ALL the honor and glory for ALL He has done and will do.
Even through all of this, we still have the peace of God and the calmness that comes from
knowing you are on HIS footpath. I was thinking about that this morning. IF ONLY people could understand this in whatever difficulties they are facing. It isn't a trial.
It is an opportunity! It is a trail to follow. Don't try to pray your "trials" away. Prayer is vital in humbling ourselves before Him and in surrendering our will to His will, but many people "use" prayer to try to avoid whatever trial or pain they are facing. As a result, important learning opportunities are missed.
Face your "trial"! Embrace the trail! Surrender to His path!! Follow His lead!!!
Addendum #3: October 2014 ~ A few months after I wrote this entry and the subsequent updates, God began to reveal why we were to let go of the past, look forward, and embrace the future. No wonder there was so much opposition happening in our personal lives. The enemy was trying to create confusion and discouragement. Praise the Lord, his tactics didn't work!! See:
LORD – What Am I to Do?
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