My husband and I love to ski. Our relationship was cemented atop a
mountain, staring down a black diamond chute.
Darin released his bindings, got down on one knee, and pulled out a
diamond of his own. We honeymooned in
Europe, dragging our gear for a day of spring skiing in the Alps. Our first winter in Colorado was exciting and
difficult. We had a two-year-old and two
babies, but were determined to go on frequent “ski dates”.
The years have passed quickly. Now we have a 5-year-old and two
3-year-olds. We want to pass our love of
skiing on to them, so we’ve declared this ski season the “Year for the
Bolthouse Boys”. What better way to
christen such a year than with an outing to the mountain? We set out with the perfect plan: a half-day lesson for Kenny, which would give
my husband and me a chance to work with our youngest two on the bunny
hill.
It all went perfectly, and I had the joy of skiing with our
fearless Jacob. Our first run consisted
of him holding onto my leg and letting his ski edge rest against mine. He became braver on the second run and skied
beside me while holding onto my ski pole.
After an hour, he was ready to fly solo for short bits of the hill, but
still needed my guidance for the steep part at the bottom and getting on and
off the lift.
I was beside Jacob every moment. He could rest in the knowledge that if he
fell down, I would help him up. This
knowledge allowed Jacob’s heart and mind to be at peace, and allowed him to
live up to his full, albeit three-year-old potential on the mountain. I was left sore (bending over a child and
skiing for 2 hours would put any yoga class to shame), and wondering at the object
lesson our day. God is with me in every
moment and knows me better than even my husband or parents. If I allow it, He will guide me through each
day. And this knowledge enables me to
live up to my full, knocking-on-forty’s-door potential.
“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if
I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the
sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.” Psalm 139:7-10
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