We put in early. The water like glass. Gear for 4, well packed. Our paddles made the first ripples on the lake that day. With a big day ahead of us, we didn’t waste time. Steady strokes from fresh arms, 8 in total, all eager to make progress. We sat in one 23′ behemoth of a canoe, one that I would carry at each portage over the next 4 days.
After about 400 yards of paddling I decided to check the map and compass to make sure we were starting out on track. Somehow I totally missed. What I thought was north was almost due west. From the first stroke of a paddle, I was taking us the wrong way. Tara and the 2 kids were gracious toward my mistake. I was careful to keep the map and compass close at hand from then on and we made it to our desired spot without any other mis-steps.
The days keep ticking by. One after the next. Weeks. Months. And before long we’ll be talking about a year. We just keep paddling. We have been paddling so long that I’ve forgotten where we are supposed to be going. Where the heck are we going? I can’t really find a destination on the map to shoot for any more.
Tara told me many times on the trip to just relax and enjoy the scenery. But I wanted to get there. It didn’t matter where. Just there. To accomplish the paddling goal of achieving the destination.
She tells me the same thing now. Relax. Enjoy the scenery. It was so much easier at first when the shock of cancer slowed our world down for us. We couldn’t do much except enjoy the things around us. So we must fall back on the things that sustained us then, knowing they will now. God is good. He is faithful. He loves us. He sees where we cannot. He will not let things happen to us that we cannot handle. He will give us strength. He will give us wisdom. He loves our children more than we do. He values our years on earth but eternal is His perspective. He will comfort us. He will show us our destination when the time is right. And he will navigate us to get there.
God, you are what we need. Sustain us with your goodness and your mercy.