My Journey - Part 6

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Behind me, the eastern sky had already been enveloped in the advancing shadow of night. Above, I watched the darkness blend into a brilliant azure blue. The stunning palette of deep colors stretched on toward the western horizon where the Sun had already bade me a warm farewell. Leaving behind a pale pink ribbon; the remaining light yielded the stage to the first stars of the evening. Far away - across the sea, street lamps were extinguishing as people awakened to a new day. The world keeps turning; it pauses for no one.
As for me, I was heading off into the sunset - no, not like the hero at the end of an old western film. If my life indeed, were a movie, this would be the part when all seemed lost; where the audience despaired for want of a happy ending. Looking down at his watch, the astute theater patron would note that this story is only half finished; the plot is now just thickening!

Last weekend, a couple of pieces of information were delivered to me with all the charm of a sucker-punch to the gut. Stumbling around and just a bit dazed, I had reached my tipping-point. I desperately needed a sabbatical. No, I didn't want a vacation - it was urgent that I find a quiet retreat. It was time for me to turn off all the ambient noise in my life; pull back from my daily obligations and bring my full attention to bear on the tangled and crisscrossing threads that were making it impossible for me to see a clear path ahead. It was time to head west.
By Monday afternoon my plans were firmed-up; I would leave after dinner. I could detect the angst in my wife as I packed my overnight bag. She understood the need but she too was carrying some of the burden of our circumstances and didn't exactly relish the thought of my absence for the next couple of days. It's in my nature to fix things. My work shop has a tool for just about any project or repair you could imagine but you'll find nothing there for a woman's emotions. I tried delivering reassuring words and some gentle touch but their usual potency seemed a bit diluted this time. I kissed eight children and gave Melanie a long embrace and headed out the door. Having tossed my provisions onto the rear bench-seat of my truck, I settled in behind the wheel - delayed only for a moment as I instructed the GPS device to guide me to the Holiday Inn Express in Ludington. I already knew the way - I just like my gadgets! Reaching into my coat pocket I expected to feel the cold, metallic jumble of keys but my finger tips discovered that the keys were not alone. As I pulled my hand from the pocket, the usual jingling sound was muted by the small, folded piece of paper which accompanied it. Rebecca, our oldest daughter had written me a note. She'd sealed it using a strip of leather with a mother of pearl heart pendant attached and secretly deposited into my right pocket.

This is a picture of Becky's note to me

As the darkness settled across the land, I drove on. The remains of that sunset still lingered in the distance, beckoning me to follow. The white dashed line on the pavement stretched out before me; its paint glowing in the beam from my head-lamps. The bright flashes of reflected light measured a sort of tempo; as if my journey was a piece of music - its rhythm had an almost hypnotic effect on me as I traveled along in quiet contemplation. Driving north on US-30; somewhere between Muskegon and Ludington I realized that I was just about the only one on that lonely stretch of highway - just me and my four tires humming their tune as the road-paint kept time.
The silence was broken by the pseudo-feminine voice of my GPS device; announcing my approaching exit as I neared Ludington. "Thanks, but I know a short cut" I said - my voice falling on deaf ears. "Recalculating route" said the gadget as if answering me. I guess I was starving for a conversation. A few minutes later little miss know-it-all chimed in again, "Your destination is on the right". "Thanks!" I said with a sarcastic tone; making the turn into the hotel's driveway.
After checking in, I settled into my room. Wasting little time, I made a bee-line to the upholstered chair & ottoman in the corner. Falling into its embrace, I let out a long sigh. I glanced across the room and my eyes fell on the on the cheap clock radio resting on the night stand; its crimson display read 9:00pm. And what was that? I know I'd heard it before... Silence; no background noise, no conversations, no phones ringing, just me and my thoughts - and hopefully... God's thoughts!
I spent some time meditating on scripture: Psalm 27 and the verses my daughter had penciled on her note. Then, with pen in hand and a new legal pad on the table before me I began to write. It was as if some obstruction had been removed and the words began to flow. Line after line and page after page I began to see with greater clarity as all the pent-up observations, discernment, insights, desires, emotions and the like began to be unraveled from one another. With all of it laid out before me in the form of hand-written notes scratched out across many pages, I began to ask God to weave into it His wisdom; His will. I longed to have some direction; a course and heading; to know I was leading my family in the direction God wants us to go.
On Tuesday as the morning hours waned, I emerged from my room and motored my way to Ludington State Park - a vast area of Lake Michigan shore line, sand dunes, dense forests, steep ridges and deep valleys. I have known this area from my youth and its familiar landscape is what drew me here this week. I've never before walked those trails in the dead of winter and I expected to find the area pretty much deserted - it was. Only a handful of maintenance workers, trimming trees near the park office; no one else could be found.
(If you follow this link, you can practically trace the steps of my hike; I parked at the end of highway 116, followed the Lighthouse Trail to Big Sable Point, continued on that trail until jumping over to the Ridge Trail, and finally made my way back to my starting point). The first leg of my hike was to be the 1.7-mile walk out to the Big Sable Point Lighthouse. I was most curious to see this stoic structure amidst the snow and ice; a spectacle I'd only seen in photos before. My most recent visit there was two summers ago. We and our children climbed the spiraling steps to the top and enjoyed the view as warm breezes blew through our hair. On this day, the weather was quite different; the breezes blowing through my hair came in off the icy water. They carried with them a local weather phenomenon known as lake-effect snow. The rest of the state was enjoying sunny skies but there, along the shores of Lake Michigan snow squalls were plentiful. I lingered near the lighthouse a while, snapped a few photos and then gave the trail map a quick study. The Lighthouse Trail takes an easterly direction from Big Sable Point and follows a route inland; meandering through acres of sand dunes, dense stands of jack pine, up and over bluffs, and finally connects with a maze of other trails which offer its travelers a variety of beautiful scenery. Locating the marker indicating the way, I ventured on. Obviously, I was the first to walk this trail in months. The only tracks I found were those belonging to deer, rabbit, squirrel, and coyote. On several occasions, I had to consult my compass & trail map as the drifted snow was covering any evidence of a beaten path.
As I was passing through a stand of white pine searching for a trail marker, my mind drifted back to a time some fourteen years earlier. Rebecca, just a little girl then had traveled this very same trail - riding on my shoulders the whole way. I reached into my pocket. There it was; that crumpled note from my daughter - no longer sitting on my shoulders but rather standing on the threshold of womanhood, she had sent along with me a scripture most appropriate for this moment. She has no idea how much that blessed her daddy!

Psalm 119: 105
"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path"

As I walked the area in ever-widening circles, meditating on this scripture I located the next trail marker. Pressing on toward my destination, it occurred to me that I'm walking a road less traveled in my life. What I mean to say is, I'm not on the the typical college degree, 2.5 children, suburban-America, nice vacation once a year, retirement at 65 with money in the bank road. With my entrepreneurial tendencies and disdain for the winds of contemporary thought, I've often found myself navigating through areas which others avoid.
Finding your way through unfamiliar or un-marked terrain requires a greater awareness of your surroundings - to be able to orient yourself on a map of the region. There's no pavement; no perfectly spaced white lines painted to keep you centered in your lane. You must have the ability to plot your present location and know which course and heading will see you to your destination. You must know how to navigate rather than follow a prescribed route. Though I may be on a road less traveled, I'm not without guidance. Scripture illuminates the way and God supplies encouragement, exhortation, and discernment through good Christian fellowship.
After a few hours of hiking, I returned to my truck feeling physically tired but refreshed in my spirit. I felt God had given me a new resolve to press on and trust Him to help me both identify our destination and plot the best course to get there. Sometimes a simple walk in the woods can speak volumes if you're listening! Before dinner, I parked along the waterfront in Ludington; reflecting on the time spent in the stillness of a sleeping forest and all the thoughts I'd written down the past twenty four hours. The Sun was setting over the pier - warm hues were suspended for the moment over a frozen seascape - It was growing dark yet I could almost hear the daylight sky whispering its parting words; words of encouragement; words of a coming spring. Somehow, it seemed a fitting end to my day. The world had turned one more time. The next morning I'd tell my trusty ol' GPS gadget to guide me home.

Three of our boys pose for a picture after
climbing the Big Sable Point Light.
July 2007

This is the view of the lighthouse from atop a
nearby dune. Beyond, you can see the icepack
extending some 75-100 yards into the
cold waters of Lake Michigan.

I ventured about 50-yards out onto the icepack and snapped this shot. It was very difficult walking as I made my way between and over refrigerator-sized chunks of frozen Lake Michigan; a pair of ice-climbing boots would have been nice for that little adventure!

This is where the water and ice meet. It looks like a scene from the Arctic Sea; doesn't it? During the winter months, the entire Lake Michigan shore line looks like this - fractured slabs of ice heaped high; cemented together as frigid waters wash over the top during the brutal winter storms which frequently blow across this fresh water sea.

Snow drifts and white pine here made the trail
hard to find at times.

There were a couple of stretches where
I wished I had donned a pair of snowshoes!

I've taken many summertime strolls out to the Ludington Pier light but not this day. With mounds of ice piled high atop the concrete structure, only a complete fool would venture out there now. I went half way so I guess I'm an incomplete fool!

The Sun setting over the frozen Ludington Pier.

My Journey - Part 5

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When your opponent is yourself, where do you go for a respite? When you're grappling with your inner struggles, there is no quiet corner in which to rest. You and you adversary are inseparable. Like a shadow-boxer, you can't run from the fight - it is wherever you are.
There have been days this week when the battle seemed too much for me; my shadow, as it were, was prevailing and I longed for some place to go; a place where I wasn't feeling constantly pummeled. I'm beginning to understand why so many folks turn to alcohol and drugs for relief. Now don't you worry, I'm not destined for a twelve-step program any time soon! I'm just aying that I've gained a new perspective, that's all. Though I've had a profound sense of despair shadowing me these days, I refuse to succumb to it for such a thing has no permanent place in the heart of one whose hope is in the Lord!
Nevertheless, this is where the battle lines are drawn each day in my life. Indeed, I find myself at one of those crossroad moments we all encounter on life's journey. This one is no country corner - it's a major intersection! Do I continue in the direction I've been traveling - that is, I and my family with me? Do I change course and if so, then which way? The circumstances swirling about are pressing me to make choices I feel ill-equipped to make; decisions I'd rather defer until a later date. I'm finding it difficult to get my bearings and I feel compelled to make choices I have little confidence in. The whole thing leaves me feeling so very drained at times.
If you're familiar with J.R.R. Tolkien you'll likely recognize the following quote from the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I'm reminded of it because it so aptly describes the weariness and exasperation I often feel these days:

I'm old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel thin. Sort of stretched, like butter, scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to.
-An excerpt from The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien

Have you ever seen that movie, Castaway? Tom Hanks plays a character named Chuck Noland - a time-obsessed systems analyst for FedEx. Chuck travels worldwide promoting efficiency and resolving productivity problems for his company...that is until a plane crash leaves him marooned on an uninhabited island in the South Pacific - alone. Sometimes I actually envy the guy removed from his busy world, standing there; a deserted beach on an uncharted island spread out before him, he's suddenly had his priorities redefined for him. His life simplified right down to the most basic of needs: Water, food, and shelter. And yet, I'm not alone on an island. Nor am I planning a permanent hiatus any time soon. I have resolved that I'll not endure challenges, adversities, or losses in vain for I am determined that my attitude will not hinder the good work that God desires to accomplish in and through me. May my momentary light afflictions bring about the glory of my Lord and His kingdom! I will not seek to withdraw from this battle. Rather, I intend through Christ who strengthens me, to boldly go forth wherever He leads.

In times past, when confronted with such difficulties, I've had a tendency to withdraw to my own little island. I'd fortify it and dwell in it; shutting out those through whom God would deliver sustenance - even my wife! The fact that you're reading these words is evidence that I've learned to press myself into the fray; allowing others, and especially my wife to come along side and stand with me. Lately, I've plugged into a group of men from our church. We meet twice a month at a local eatery to fellowship, study scripture, and pray together - yet another indication that God has imparted upon me a desire to let Him work through others in my life. It's been like medicine to my soul! Let me be frank, if you intend to face the challenges in your life - however great or small - by your own cunning and strength, then you're on a fool's errand my friend!
Let me close this with a story I read a few years back; perhaps you're familiar with it, it's called The Silent Sermon:

Our Daily Bread - Daily Devotional
September 22, 2003

How important is our fellowship in the local church? Let me answer that question by telling a story.

A minister was concerned about the absence of a man who had normally attended services. After a few weeks, he decided to visit him. When the pastor arrived at the man's home, he found him all alone, sitting in front of a fireplace. The minister pulled up a chair and sat next to him. But after his initial greeting he said nothing more.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes while the minister stared at the flames in the fireplace. Then he took the tongs and carefully picked up one burning ember from the flames and placed it on the hearth. He sat back in his chair, still silent. His host watched in quiet reflection as the ember flickered and faded. Before long it was cold and dead.

The minister glanced at his watch and said he had to leave, but first he picked up the cold ember and placed it back in the fire. Immediately it began to glow again with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it.

As the minister rose to leave, his host stood with him and shook his hand. Then, with a smile on his face, the man said, "Thanks for the sermon, pastor. I'll see you in church on Sunday." —David H. Roper

UPDATE - MARCH 2, 2009

Since posting My Journey - Part 5, there have been some significant developments in my situation. Over the past few days, some things have come to light which will have serious implications for my household and our finances. I've taken some time off from work to pull back and find some place to get alone with God and seek His face. I'm seriously considering accepting an opportunity to go away for a couple of days - alone; to pray, meditate on scripture, and try to discern God's will for me/us in these times. I need to define some goals and prayerfully consider how to act upon them. Those of you who read my blog; if you're so inclined, please remember me in your prayers.

Trail Marker - Part 2

PREVIOUSLY ON DADDY'S HOME:

Trail Marker Part - 1

...At that point, the trail took me through a densely wooded plateau. Both sides of the path were lined with thick undergrowth and scrubby tangle wood. I hadn't taken but a step or two when I heard a twig break - then another. I froze in my tracks. Just a few yards ahead emerged from the brush a very large, dark and hairy form!

While on a hike, it's usually good practice to make a little noise as you walk the trail. If you tread lightly without making a sound, you might just stealthily happen upon a creature that doesn't take too kindly to surprises! Be it something docile such as a deer - well, that's usually a pleasant encounter but there may be other things lurking nearby; things best viewed from a distance! When in an area likely to conceal such other things, I'm in the habit of rapping my walking stick against a tree trunk or giving a loud cough every few minutes to give fair warning of my presence.
Now as I was saying, I had found myself a bit disoriented on my hike that day. I can't remember for sure but I'd guess that while I was getting my bearings and re-orienting myself to the trail-map, I had stood still or quietly walked a short distance searching for land-marks for the better part of ten minutes - maybe more. At any rate, it was apparently plenty of time for something to happen upon my position completely unaware of my presence!
I stood motionless as I observed the biggest black bear I'd ever seen! Male black bears can get as big as 600 pounds. Being as close as I was, I had no trouble sizing-up the big fella; easily three times my weight so, yeah - I'd say he was up there in that range! That was most definitely not the time for me to cough! I remained perfectly still as "Smoky" lumbered across the trail and disappeared into the brambles on the other side. Thankfully, he never turned his head; never even saw me. Yet, this presented me with another dilemma: Where had he gone? I had no way of knowing whether he still lingered near the trail or had maintained his course through the scrub. I strained my ears but heard nothing but the slight breeze rustling the leaves overhead. The sun had dipped below the ridge line to my west and the forest floor was quickly darkening. "I don't have time for this" I thought as the damp, cool of dusk descended upon me. I glanced around; noting several trees I might need to shimmy-up in a hurry. I don't recall for sure but I think it had been about five minutes since I'd seen the bear when I decided to cautiously move forward.
As I approached the spot where the bear crossed, my already quickened pulse raced even more as I detected some movement in the brush. I found my reverse gear and slowly backed-up. Once again, a figure emerged from the undergrowth - no, two figures this time. These were wearing trail-packs! The hikers were following the very same game-trail that the bear had been traveling only minutes before.
Coming along side my fellow travelers I asked them, "did you guys happen to encounter anything a few minutes ago - like maybe a bear?" They hadn't seen a thing. I thought it strange because from where I'd been standing, those fellas should have come face-to-face with it! I figure the bear probably had seen, heard, or smelled them first and altered his course to avoid a close encounter with people - their usual behavior.
At any rate, that game-trail turned out to be more or less a "b-line" from my position straight to the parking lot. Apparently, it was well traveled by ol' Smokey and his friends as they frequented the picnic pavilion looking for food scraps. How convenient for me as I was able to make up some valuable time; shaving a significant distance off the remainder of my hike. When I had set out that morning, the grass was still wet with dew. Hungry and spent, I emerged from the darkened woods. Having completed the loop; I had returned - and so had the dew. The pale hues of dusk enveloped the park and in the remaining light, I spied a most welcome vision at the far end of the public access - my truck! As I made my way across the dampened turf, I passed an over-turned waste can; its contents had been scattered over the grassy slope near the pavilion. "The bears around here sure are well-fed" I thought, "no wonder he's grown so big!"
Closing the door, I settled into my seat. The quiet surround of my truck's cab was in stark contrast to the excitement of the day. I let out a sigh as the engine roared to life. Reflecting on my little adventure, I put the vehicle in gear and headed home; behind me, a six hundred pound bear; before me, a cold dinner and some explaining to my worried wife.

I searched the web for a photo that most closely
resembles the bear I saw that day. This one best
fits my memory of him.

My Journey - Part 4

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It's been several days since I've up-dated this series so I figured I'd string a few thoughts together. This morning while I readied myself for work, a number of observations were streaming through my mind as I contemplated our situation. I recall that they were good thoughts - I just wish I would've written them down because much of it eludes me now. If someone ever invents a lap-top that's safe for use in the shower, I just might be interested! Well, perhaps it'll come back to me as I delve into it.
There's no denying it; no way to sugar-coat it - I'm struggling right now. I haven't slept well in days. I try to get my mind around the things I'm wrestling with but it's no use. Each day I arise from bed still tired. Feeling as though my best efforts are draped with futility, I mechanically dress myself, grab a piece of fruit, kiss my family and head out the door - driven not by a passion for what I do but by a sense of duty. This evening, I returned home a complete wreck. Frustrated beyond words, I fumed as I picked through my dinner. At one point, I rudely left the table to be alone. I was not pleasant company this evening and I owe my family an apology - which they'll get first thing tomorrow.
With a tension headache and no desire to remain awake, I slid into bed early; hoping the next sound I'd hear would be my alarm clock telling me it was six o'clock and time to start another morning - maybe a better morning. Instead, a restless soul - I awoke around midnight, paced the quiet floors of my home; still agitated and pensive. I finally settled in here at my keyboard. My heart cries out to God, "Why do such things befall men who simply want to live for You? Why are my efforts so hindered? Why this; why that; why, why, why...?" And the answer? If I dare trust the words I feel echoing in the halls of my mind, the answer would seem to be,

"Why don't you just take a deep breath and relax. Remember from Whom your help comes! Remember what remarkable Providences you've already seen! Never forget this: That you do not bear the well being of your children alone for they are ever before Me and I do not sleep!"

(By-the-way, I really should write about those "Providences" sometime; someone please remind me to do that later - another story worth telling I suppose).

We had a lengthy meeting last week - Dad, my brother and I - to discuss some critical issues; weighing our options and debating some tough choices for our family business. It's sobering for us as we're having to face the gravity of our situation. I'm left pondering the possibility that I'm facing a drastic cut in my income and perhaps the prospect of having to seek a new career path. We press on with the hope we may yet pull through this slump; continuing to seek God's will and striving to make sound choices. Lately, I've spent many sleepless nights trying to discern the implications for my family; the immanent consequences we face. "Why, God...(oops, there I go again! Be still my soul).
I watch with a tinge of amusement as the world around me conjures up one "crisis" after another. I suppose it gives some people a sense of purpose to play the role of "savior"; to stand at their podiums and boldly proclaim their wonderful plans for salvation. The incurably ignorant masses rise as one and applaud loudly for the almighty governance of man is about to throw more money at them. Many have foolishly concluded that it's the governments' role to remove all unpleasant consequences from their lives and there's no shortage of elected officials; all to eager to oblige them. Using the power and influence gained by confiscating the wealth of others, they buy the support of a deceived people. They are flim-flam artists; snake-oil salesman and they call their brilliant schemes stimulus.

God has a stimulus plan too but it doesn't prescribe the removal of troublesome consequences. However seasoned with grace, He tends to leave in place the consequences of poor choices, victimization, and the environment of this fallen world. (May I direct your attention to this scripture?) In our Heavenly Father's economy, consequences are the stimulus - encouraging growth; nudging us on toward greater works in Christ! So, I take courage as I hope in the harvest that will be reaped in its season. God has seen in me what I cannot see and has, in His infinite wisdom deemed me worthy to endure such troubles. I'm encouraged by that thought and so I keep going. Wow, look at the time; I'd better get back to bed while there's still some time before that 6 o'clock alarm!

For those of you who read Trail Marker - part 1, the conclusion is just about finished and I'll post it later this week. If you haven't read it yet, whacha waitin' for?!