“Love lifted me” goes a song I learned long ago. ”Love lifted even me. WHen nothing else would help, love…lifted…me.”
About a year ago, I wrote blog titled “hitting new lows”. Yesterday, Hal and I went to higher ground, literally. To Mary’s Rock, up in Shenandoah National Park.
The walk up Mary’s Rock has special significance to me, in two particular ways. First, this was the first hike in the Shenandoah National Park that I have taken since last year’s battle with cancer. During all that time in and out of hospital, I promised myself that I would soon be hiking again up in the mountains. During treatments, I would visualize the hikes. This hike was the fulfillment of that promise and visualization.
Secondly, Mary’s Rock hike was the first hike that Hal and I took together, back when we were dating. I remember it was cold in December and I was wearing simple white canvas sneakers, no gloves, and was very cold. But still it was exciting to me. In fact, that might have been my first hike in the Shenandoah National Park, ever. And, Hal and I often hiked that trail over the years, sometimes with our children.
The “lows” side of this story you can see at:
Shortly after hitting new lows last year, Shawn and Amy and the grandchildren came to visit for Easter. I was not very strong but what amazing love I felt as we did the Easter things of planting flowers, dying eggs, hunting easter eggs in the garden, lots of happy spring things. And somehow, with all that love, I knew I would be well again. The memories of those lovely days together last year sustains me this Easter as I feel the love of Jesus and our community and our family is far away in Maine.