A few quiet minutes this Friday morning because my husband has taken our girls on errands with him. Then we will together head to the girls’ new preschool to meet their teachers and other classmates. School starts next week. Hallelujah! We all are ready. And in bigger news, two of the gems of New Jersey (namely, my in-laws) will be moving down to us next Tuesday. We cannot wait for grandparents to arrive into town!
I join in Five Minute Friday – five minutes of writing unedited on a given topic each week.
It was the last week of eighth grade, and I had yet to conquer the P.E. challenge of making it to “the beam team,” meaning that I would climb the 30 foot length of rope suspended from the gym ceiling. I was scrawny, not so strong by any standards. But that day, I made it. Maybe it was eighth grade adrenaline – who knows? But I reached the top of that beam, conquering fears and the apparent obstacle of my weakness. To reach the top – well, it surprised me and delighted me all at the same time.
I remember another time of straining to reach a summit. This one was a mountain in Ireland on a rainy, foggy day. I complained the entire time. Hiking just isn’t my thing, and I was out of breath and wondered if it would be worth it. Quite honestly, because the fog obscured any view, it did not feel very worth it to reach the top of that Irish mountain. At least I could say that I did it.
Reaching forward in life towards whatever it is that is your goal can feel similar. When I think of life goals of marriage, motherhood, career, I look back and it seems relatively simple. Like making “the beam team” despite myself. But when I think of looking ahead to bigger, less measurable life goals – like becoming more loving, more sacrificial of my time and resources, more gracious and less impatient – it can feel like that foggy Irish hike. Unsure of progress and unsure of whether it will feel worth it, I press on anyway.
Words come to mind from Paul in Philippians, and I feel like I may not be as alone and the goal may not be as unattainable as I feared:
Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
6 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: “reach””
Good words, Heather, and encouragement for today! Thank you! I always enjoy reading what you write.
Oh the childhood Phys Ed. memories! I’m glad you reached that goal (assigned by others) and are pressing on to reach your own goals as well. Great post! – Sarah (stopping by from Five Minute Friday.)
So appreciated your scripture reference!
I love the fog – and so I loved your picture – but your post definitely made me think about how often the fog keeps me from from moving forward. Great imagery.
Glad to be able to link up via FMF!
It’s really hard to keep reaching and pushing through when we can’t see through the fog. But it’ll be worth it in the end!
Our mother just died at age 89. Ireland is part of our family, and your photo above is perfect for my blog about Mom. I hope you won’t mind that I want to use this view of Ireland for a farewell.
Thanks in advance. Susan Kane
My thoughts and prayers are with you. I’d be honored – although I’ve also borrowed it (include the photo credit below). I’ll check your blog to read your farewell. Ireland has a special place in my heart too.