Home From Our Ski Trip

So much fun was had by all. I loved it. I didn’t go skiing at all, but I still loved it.

I wanted to go skiing, but I think a few more physio therapy appointments will need to happen before my hips will be happy about a trip to the ski slopes.

Instead, I spent my time with our girls, enjoyed the Pursuit students, and helped get food ready for everybody.

We left on Tuesday morning, a day that was INSANELY snowy and crazy beautiful, but the roads were quite bad. I’m pretty sure almost all of us were carsick, but Kaylia was the only one who produced physical evidence.

Other than that, it was a good drive.

Ben and the Pursuit students went skiing on Wednesday. I got a quick picture of them in all their goggled cuteness while Ben waited impatiently in the van, wanting to get the ski hill as quickly as possible.

Anika joined them on Thursday for her first try at downhill skiing. It was a big success – she loved it.

Kaylia desperately wanted to go with her. Unfortunately, Ben could only teach one girl at a time, so Kaylia will have to wait for next time. She stood out there at the bottom of the slope watching them, refusing to go inside. The only way I could lure her into the lodge was with the promise of a snack.

When we weren’t watching the skiers or snacking on chips and oranges, Kaylia and I spent our time reading books back at our villa, and discovering that the play structure there was just as much fun in winter, covered in snow, as it must be in summer.

We also got lunches ready for everyone when they got back from skiing.

It was exactly what I’ve always pictured Pursuit being – hanging out, having life experiences and new adventures, and talking about learning, growing, praying, dating, God, and any other topic under the sun.

We drove home today, with a short stop in Finland.

The Canadian version.

And of course, it’s good to be home, but our trip has caused me to come to two very important conclusions:

1) I love Pursuit. I will really miss this group of people…

2) Next year, I will be skiing, too. Hello, physio therapy. I am coming for you.

 

When I’m Longing For a Mountain Top

Have you ever noticed that a mountain top is very small, in relation to the rest of the mountain?

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Obviously. Anyone can see that, just by looking at it.

And yet, it seems that in real life, I have trouble remembering that. Because I keep wanting emotional mountain top experiences that happen all the time, or go on forever, preferably. But then it wouldn’t really be a mountain top.

You kind of need to go up on one side, and down on the other in order to have a mountain top. If it went on forever, it would be a plateau.

I don’t want a plateau.

But last night, I did want a mountain top. I was at home, enjoying a nice quiet evening by myself, and I sat down at my computer to write a blog post. I was completely expecting to do this easily and quickly, seeing as I had just taken a whole week off from blogging, and was anticipating getting back into the swing of things. I was expecting to feel rejuvenated and inspired.

But I had….nothing. No inspiration. I tried to think about the things I’d been learning or reading or working through, but there was nothing. Apparently my life has been a little ho-hum lately. Then I started to feel like maybe that was a bad thing – I should have something inspirational going on somewhere.

But there was…nothing.

So I gave up, and went and watched a movie. Very shallow. And extremely enjoyable. (And it actually inspired me with two new ideas for blog posts, what do you know.)

Anyway. I did my devotions after the movie was over, and guess what Oswald Chambers had to say yesterday? That mountain top experiences and feelings of inspiration are temporary. That as Christians,we’re useless to God if we insist on staying up on the mountain top. That we need to head back down into the valley, where life happens, and get to work.

If we try to reintroduce the rare moments of inspiration, it is a sign that it is not God we want. We are making a fetish of the moments when God did come and speak, and insisting that He must do it again; whereas what God wants us to do is to “walk by faith”….Never live for the rare moments, they are surprises. (“My Utmost For His Highest”, Oswald Chambers)

I cannot sit down at my computer and summon a “rare moment”. I cannot decide that it’s about time for an inspirational insight from God. I can’t squeeze out words of wisdom by sheer will power. And I can’t decide that I’m a little tired of boring, normal life in the valley, and that it’s time for a trip to the top.

That’s making my relationship with Jesus into being all about the emotional highs.

Enjoy the view while you’re up there, by all means, but no one gets to stay.

I used to go skiing a lot with my family, and I loved the view at the top of the mountain. It was all so breathtaking that I would look and look, trying to soak it all in, not wanting to stop taking in that view. But eventually, I would always have to tear myself away, and ski down the mountain. (That was kind of the point of going skiing.)

But every time I’d get back up to the top, I’d drink in that view again. And swoop down the mountain again.

And there was a lot of joy in the swooping! It was different than being at the top, but it was still very, very good.

I wish that I could learn to enjoy the valleys in life with a little more “swoop”! There is so much to do and experience and gain in the ups and downs of life. I want the mountain top all the time, I want all of the emotions that go along with those moments of inspiration, but there will always need to be ups and downs in life.

And last night I realized all over again that Jesus is at the top and the bottom of our mountains, and everywhere in between!

Favorite Parts of the Weekend

We had a beautiful weekend! After the group left on Sunday and Ben was done working for the day, we had a great time relaxing and playing.

My two favorite parts? I went down the tube slide a couple of times because I wanted to, and I had to convince Anika to come along (That slide takes years off your age – if you want to feel like a kid again, come visit us and go down the tube slide!). And seeing Anika zooming around on skis was my other favorite thing! Oh, and the sunshine. Three favorite things.

I have the good feeling of being family-fun-filled and ready to tackle another week! Hope you do too!