“You saw how the Lord your God carried you, as a father carries his son, all the way you went until you reached this place.” Deuteronomy 1:31
This past year there were many hikes that promoted health, awe, and wonder. Of these hikes two were dearest to my heart because they enriched my memory bank with images of my sons as fathers. One gray, rainy day in May, I walked on the Presidential Trail at Mount Rushmore behind my son and grandson. When five-year-old Isaac became tired, Jim hoisted him up on his shoulders and carried him. I snapped a picture in my mind and with my camera. On a sunny, warm November day, I hiked in the Colorado mountains with my youngest son and granddaughter. I was lagging behind when five-year-old Anjela became tired. I watched as Joel lifted her up on his shoulders and carried her the rest of the way. Again I took a picture to marvel over the strength of my grown son and the happiness of my granddaughter riding up high.
Heavenly Father, what a marvel your strength is. What a joy it is to ride on your shoulders. It makes me giggle with delight when I pause to remember that is where I am today. There is no place I’d rather be and no better place to end a year and begin a new one.