We don’t always get it right out on the trail.
We knew it would be close. Still, we hopped out at the picnic area, grabbed a late lunch, and prepared to hit the trail to Harney Peak, the highest point in the Black Hills.
My husband filled our camel paks while I reached into our well-stocked supply of nutritious and frivolous trail food. And then, at 3:00 in the afternoon, after an evening and part of a long day in the vehicle, we set out for Harney Peak. It was a six-mile loop, estimated to take four to five hours. Sunset was four and a half-hours away. We needed to hurry.
It was like we had never stepped off of a sidewalk.
Stops for snacks out on the trail were a big deal to all three kids. And from our stockpile of trail food what had I grabbed? Not trail mix. Not granola bars. Not fruit. No, I had chosen one tiny candy bar per person. One.
Our youngest was neither a hiker nor a hurrier. My husband and I were road-weary and stiff.
We were in trouble from the moment we set foot on the trail.
In spite of our poor planning, it was a fabulous hike that took us over a sun-dappled path and along breathtaking drop-offs. We climbed the stone fire tower and explored the peak before we remembered that we needed to hurry and forced ourselves back to the trail. When we arrived at the fork in the trail, we decided not to return the way we had come, but to take the other section of the loop.
Down the trail, we stood for too long to watch a mule deer pair graze in the drying grass amidst the trees. While we lingered, the sky took on the melancholy look it gets when it will soon give up the sun. Now we hurried.
At least, we hurried as much as tired, hungry, somewhat dehydrated hikers with youngsters can hurry.
The sky darkened and our pace slowed. My steps became small and timid as my eyes searched the barely visible, unfamiliar trail before me. Roots and gravel, rocks and holes, enemies to my stability under the best circumstances, transformed a pleasant day hike into a perilous evening journey.
While the eerie light of the closing darkness concealed whatever lurked ahead, behind, or beside of the trail, it revealed my place in the world and in its food chain. I began to envision us perched on a rock, shivering away the hours of the long night as we waited for dawn to light our way to the trailhead.
It was in this moment of desperation that my intrepid husband broke out a flashlight and two headlamps that he had stashed in his pack.
It wasn’t a lot of light, but it changed everything.
Where there had been darkness, now there was light—and right where I needed it—on the trail directly in front of my feet. Now, rather than taking one tiny, timid step after another, I hiked like I meant it. My pace matched our urgency to get out of those rocky hills where the mountain lion dwells. I strode with confidence, all because of a tiny pool of light on the path.
While I never relish distressing circumstances, I do appreciate the unmistakable intersection between the truth of scripture and the circumstances of my life. This night was one of those.
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. Psalm 119:105
This is what I want those words to mean: That light will light up my path and the landscape on every side like a football field on a Friday night. One dark night on the trail is all it took to show me that this isn’t how it works. A light like this cuts through just enough darkness to make the journey possible, one step at a time.
It isn’t a lot of light, but it can change everything.
Just as we don’t always get it right on the trail, I don’t always get it right in my life. I have forgotten the lesson of our hike in the dark. I’ve struggled against darkness on the path in a vain attempt to see the trail ahead. I’ve even ignored the light because it wasn’t where I wanted to walk.
I don’t want to ignore. Or struggle. Or forget.
I want to remember. I’ll be in the dark again and I want to get it right, to recognize that I don’t have to know how far is the journey, what route the trail will take, or how deep it will take me into the darkness. I want to trust that there will be just enough light for each of my steps.
Our hike in the dark was a long series of steps. What is this life but a series of steps taken by faith?
And you? What guides you when the road ahead is dark?
Linking this week with Emily’s #imperfectprose.
This post is a revised version of one of my earliest posts, revised because bullet points are not my style and reposted because it’s one of my favorites.
I’m glad you reposted this Natalie. 🙂 It is a good story and a great reminder of the light we need in the darkness. One of the things I find myself encouraging others, and myself in, is the need to remind ourselves of who God is during the dark moments we live through. It is in this that my mind is renewed and I feel carried through the time by relying on Him and His strength. Thank you for sharing – again.
You are so right, we need desperately to remind ourselves of that truth. Thanks for sharing and stopping by.
. . . and this is exactly why the darkness creeps in then envelopes before you can save yourself from the closed-in blackness. To see the saving grace of light, Jesus’ outstretched hands as rays of brightness and the relief of knowing that if you reach out you will never be left in the fearfilled darkness. To follow, to trust when the way ahead is dimly lit, to believe when fear challenges–God never changes and He has you safely in His arms. He wants to know you believe that deep in your heart and soul. Darkness is the proving ground. Super reminder Natalie!
“Darkness is the proving ground.” Those are some words to remember when it’s hard to see. There is always purpose. Thanks, Joy.