Then we started the
descent of the last four miles. That’s when
iliotibial band syndrome struck. It’s
inflammation of the band of tissue on the outside of the knees, and it causes
excruciating pain with every step when going downhill.
Four miles left in our
hike, and all of a sudden I was moving like a 90-year-old, gingerly making
every step down with sharp pain. At that
rate I was thinking we would get down the mountain in approximately three
years.
Matt came back to check on
me, and I was in tears. And panic.
I don’t know how I’m going to finish this hike. There’s no way with this pain.
He offered to carry me the
last four miles (how romantic is that?)
But I knew I had to finish the hike.
That’s when I prayed.
This morning I was reading
about Samson who had the Spirit of the Lord on him to go against the
Philistines. “So he went out and caught three hundred foxes and tied them
tail to tail in pairs. He then fastened
a torch to every pair of tails, lit the torches and let the foxes loose in the
standing grain of the Philistines.”
(Judges 15:4-5 NIV)
How does a person catch
300 foxes? And I’m thinking –once you
catch a few foxes, what do you do with those two while you’re catching the
other 298? Ridiculously impossible,
unless the Spirit of the Lord is on you.
That’s where I was on the
hiking trail yesterday. Staring at four
miles of impossible. Lord, I can’t do this unless you help me.
I figured out a way to
spread out my gait (which I’m sure looked ridiculous) to shift the pressure off
my knees, and I made it down the mountain in a few hours. A miracle of God –I’m not kidding you. I can’t believe I made it down.
The same God who gave Samson
the strength and ability to round up 300 foxes and tie their tails together is
standing at the ready to be our help.
All we have to do is ask.
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