I am no mountain climber, so the odds of me literally climbing Mt. Everest are slim to none. No, my mountains are the challenges I have undergone throughout my life. Just like you, my challenges have been many. I have read about and seen programs about the process of climbing Mt. Everest. It is not a task one undergoes alone. You do it with a group (typically with an expert guide). You plan way ahead and map out your supplies. You follow the weather patterns, and climb at the most ideal time possible.
When underway, there are several base camps that you, your support team, and fellow climbers establish. Why do you suppose that is?Either circumstances or logical thinking tell you that you must stop and rest, stop and gather strength, if one hopes to survive the journey and reach the summit successfully.
I know ALL of this. Yet I am surprised each and every time that I undergo my own Mt.Everests that I get exhausted and must stop and rest. I wonder (as if I just helicoptered into my own life from another planet) why I am worn down and lack some luster. Gosh, why would I be tired? I never plan for setting up my own base camp. I just eventually collapse.
Here is the truly ridiculous part. Each time I am surprised that collapse mode sets in!! However, I am gathering wisdom after all. In years gone by I wouldn’t even necessarily let anyone know that I was undergoing challenges. Now I am different. when the challenges come and they look bigger than big, I pray. I then turn to people who are supportive. These strategies buoy me and give me strength and endurance.
The past 7 days have been stressful and scary. My son’s feet and toes still aren’t better—but they are improving in tiny increments. The doc thought he had Reynaud’s: but after countless prayers zoomed heavenward, when we went to another doc the next day, he saw no indication of Reynaud’s.
So, all along this Everest journey this week, my base camps have been populated by love, support, warmth, advice, suggestions, shared experiences. Know that I linger in these base camps of love and care. They have been a balm for my fear and sorrow. I thank you so very much. I continue my climb through my multi-summitted Everest.
Today I am exhausted—-but metaphorically snuggling in a comforting blanket with my hands wrapped around a steaming mug of cocoa. Which is a funny metaphor for an AZ day that will top the thermometer at about 113 degrees Fahrenheit!
Thank you for your prayers, support, and ongoing love. This peaceful photo was taken by a friend of mine. It captures the peacefulness that your prayerful support and love have instilled in my heart. You are all in my base camp. Thank you for having my back this week.