A Stroll after Supper

“Let’s stroll for a bit.”

The all-you-can-eat buffet at the lodge weighed heavy and a slow, easy walk sounded good. The evening was pleasant and we headed along the path around the lake.  There was a slight breeze and the sounds of the tree frogs and crickets accompanied us.  After a while, we found a bench and sat down.

“Tell me a story,” my wife sad as the conversation lulled.  This lead us to places and people of our separate and common pasts. Some stories were old and well worn, others unfamiliar to the other.

We centered in on our college years, when those life changing decisions were afoot, with job interviews and wedding plans.  So much uncertainty then has been settled now.

I was thinking that that time was gone and we can’t go back.  Even going back to college now would be a step forward into another uncertain future.

You can’t go back.  The things that fit me then wouldn’t fit now.  I’ve grown into a different person.  The things that I feared back then, I could face now with ease, but now there are new challenges ahead.  Our kids are getting closer to the teen years and I’m concerned that I might not be able to face those years.  But, it does not good to worry.  I need to trust that God will provide the grace to meet whatever changes that are ahead.  We have to take it one day at a time.

Give us, Lord, Our daily bread.


Conversation with the Cashier

“This place sure brings back some memories.”
“Uh huh.”
“I used to come here every Thanksgiving when I was a kid.”
“Uh huh…Sign here please.”

The cashier handed me the credit card receipt. I signed it and handed it back.

“Y’all have a nice day.”

As we walked away from the register, I said, “She couldn’t have cared less.”
My wife agreed, “Not a lick.”

The Third Day: Cable Trail and a Mission

“What day is today, Wednesday?”
“No, it’s Thursday.”

You know your on vacation when you can’t remember what day it is.

We had just gotten back to the car after our morning hike down the cable trail. This was a steep hike to the bottom of Cane Creek Falls that was more vertical than horizontal. The trail got its name from a thick steel cable that runs the length of the trail. It’s fairly short, but the hike left us huffing and puffing with leg muscles screaming for mercy.

In contrast from the previous day’s hike, there was only one other couple at the base of the falls. They decided to brave the cold dark pool and swim over to where the falls was. We contentedly stayed on the shore, mostly resting our muscles, unaccustomed to such strenuous work.
There were not so many words today, having used up a “goodly” number of them the day before. We didn’t linger at the bottom either, although we stayed long enough to rest for the hike back up. We had another mission for the day.

We got back to the top and went back to the campground to rest. It was tiring climbing such a steep trail and our legs weren’t as fresh as the day before.

After another hour of reading at the campsite, with chapters completed, my wife said, “Are you ready?”
“Yep, let’s go.”

We both were a bit anxious, having not done this before. The last time we tried, we drove to the place and even parked, but didn’t have enough nerve to go through with it in the end.

This time, we were determined to go through with it and kept reassuring one another with encouraging words:
“It doesn’t matter what other people think.”
“We need to just do it and get it over with.”
“It’s just out of our comfort zone.”

We parked and waked up to the clerk at the counter. “Two buckets of balls, please. And we’ll need some drivers, too.”
“That’s $7.00. The driving range is over there.”

We had some pretty bad whiffs, but had a good time and quite a few balls went past the second or third flag. As we waked back to the car, there was almost a sense of relief.
“That wasn’t so bad.”
“Yeah, that was pretty fun.”

In some ways, it was harder than climbing back up the cable trail, and more satisfying too.