More Posts To My AT Hikers...

Here are my latest posts to my daughter Katie and son-in-law Nick as they make their way along the Appalachian Trail. So far they are happy, healthy and loving their journey. Below is the picture we received yesterday of them enjoying burgers and beers at the Nantahala Outdoor Center in North Carolina.   

--Dan 

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Day 14: Mean Eyes

I don't know about you two, but today sucked for me. It was one of those days that just started out bad and ended up tainting the entire day. I won't bore you with the details. Let's just say I had my "mean eyes on" a lot of the morning. Katie, you're the one who coined that phrase: mean eyes on. I still remember sitting at the dinner table back in Plano, TX over 20 years ago when (for the life of me, I can't remember what was going on) you said, "You're mad at me." I told you I wasn't mad, but you quickly replied, "Yes you are. You have your mean eyes on!" That phrase has stuck. This morning my anger flared due to something that happened at an impromptu Community Team meeting. Later, Karen Berge said to me, "Wow! That's as angry as I've seen you with our group. You really had your mean eyes on!"

Nick, I know you've experienced my mean eyes too, but no doubt…Katie Bug has experienced them the most. There was a period in our life when I felt like all Katie saw was my mean eyes. I've never been able to hide what I'm feeling. During those dark years when you were both in high school…it felt like a curse. I've often said that I always knew Katie loved me during those years…almost as much as I knew she didn't like me. I know a lot of that sentiment revolved around my attitude towards the tall, dark-haired kid that started coming around when you were in middle school. It was obvious this kid was smitten with you, Katie. I was cautious and overly protective and didn't trust a thing about this teenage boy. The main reason why: I USED TO BE A TEENAGE BOY! I knew what teenaged boys liked about teenaged girls, so I questioned this boy's every word and motive…cynically convinced that he was always "Eddie Haskell-ing" me. Katie, I know that hurt you…and hurt our relationship for quite some time, but then, we moved…and the mountains of the Front Range were a Godsend.

Friday Hikes. 

After we moved to Colorado (5 years ago) Friday became our hiking day, right Katie? You had Friday's off. I had Friday's off…and the Front Range was always calling us. It was a healing time for both of us, wasn't it? We'd take the better part of the morning and traipse around the mountains…and we'd talk…and talk…and talk. Before long, a lot of those talks went deep--discussing family and faith and love…and the tall, dark-haired young man back in Texas. I think one of the greatest healing aspects of those hikes was the fact that I was always leading out in front, and when you said something that shocked, scared or angered me…you couldn't see my mean eyes. Not seeing my mean eyes allowed you to open up and be vulnerable with me. It also didn't hurt that I was usually huffing and puffing and out of breath most of the time, either. 

I will always cherish our first couple years up here and our Friday morning hikes.  

But it wasn't long before I got replaced on those Friday mornings…after that tall, dark-haired Texan named Nick moved up here too. Then, Nick was the one who was accompanying you on your hikes. By then, most of my worries and concerns were gone--left in a heap on the mountainsides in-and-around Boulder. Again, it didn't hurt that Nick was living in our basement and you were 10 miles away in an apartment in Longmont! Even still, I grew to love Nick…and to see him for who he truly is…and it all happened through your eyes--your big, beautiful blue eyes. In the end, I had to relinquish the idea that I had to constantly keep my eye on you and on Nick. Job 34:21 reads: 

"For his (God's) eyes are on the ways of a man, and he sees all his steps."

Even though I knew this was true…I had a hard time living it out in my relationship with you two. That was until Nick moved up here…and when you two were married a year or so later. Now, sitting here at my computer in Colorado…wondering how you're doing and where you are in North Carolina…I have to press this truth into my heart once again; God's eyes are on your ways…and He's watching your every step. And the great thing about God…He never Has mean eyes on.

Love,

Dad

Day 15: Wonderful Examples

Sorry Nick. Today's note is directed mostly to Katie. I'm sure there are days ahead where I'll be writing mostly to you…but today is probably not that day. Katie, your text came through this afternoon while I was meeting with Bart Lillie about men's retreat. He understood that I wasn't going to be able to focus on anything until I read it, so I read it out loud to him:

"We are 127 miles in. I'm not going to lie, today has been awful. It's been a nonstop downpour. Everything is soaked and cold. The trail is just slippery mud. Slippery mud that I fell down in :/ we only went 6 miles today because you have to go so slow in the mud. So we are done for the day, praying tomorrow will be a little better. We love you guys so much. I have been super homesick today. I made the mistake of watching videos of Emery on my phone this morning. Later on I couldn't stop crying thinking about her. I miss you all so much."

Okay. Now I'M not going to lie. That was hard to read. I know you're soaking, muddy wet, and hurting, and homesick…and my heart aches for you, but I'm not the least bit conflicted about this excursion of yours. I'm sure there are dads out there who would read a text like that from their daughter and either say, "Stop and come home" or who would actually drive out to North Carolina and go get them. You know that's not me, Katie. That's why I'm your "Insurance Call" if you reach the breaking point and you want to quit. You know I won't let you off the hook…that I'll hold your feet to the fire. Just for clarification, you and I both know that your text today was a far cry from "I give up", but I feel the need to prepare you (and probably more importantly me) for the tougher times that lie ahead. 

I'm not going to re-hash what we talked about over and over before you left. You already know my thoughts on how I want/need you to do this thing…and finish it. Remember how I told you at the dinner table a couple of weeks before you left that you two needed to finish this hike for people like me--who have always wanted to thru-hike the AT, but will never get the chance? Well, a line from your text today really made something else clear to me. It was this line:

"I made the mistake of watching videos of Emery on my phone this morning. Later on I couldn't stop crying thinking about her."

I know you miss our little munchkin. She's very much worth missing, but you know what? You need to stay tough and finish this hike for Em too! Because WHEN (not if) you finish the Appalachian Trail…all 2,168 rugged/muddy/steep/flat/beautiful/boring miles of it…you're going to be an amazing example of what a woman can do! You will be (and will forever be) Aunt Katie Who Thru-Hiked the Appalachian Trail…Aunt Katie Who Roughed It in the Woods for 5 Months…Aunt Katie Who Mastered Peeing with a 25 lb. Pack (Sorry. I lifted that one from your Facebook update today). You're already a wonderful, loving aunt to Emery, but when you're done with this hike…your "cool factor" will be through the roof! I love the thoughts of what kind of an effect this will have on Em; giving her the gift of endless possibilities…being an example that she can do anything she wants, if she only puts her mind to it. There's no telling what Emery will do with your achievement. The Apostle Paul wrote this to early followers of Jesus:

"Brothers, join in imitating me, and keep your eyes on those who walk according to the example you have in us." (Philippians 3:17) 

Even though Paul was encouraging new believers to look to him as an example of what it looks like to follow Jesus, I think you can see how it works here too. One of life's realities is this: younger people look up to those who exhibit traits they want to see in themselves. Katie, Emery adores you already…and she will continue to love and adore you…even if you were to end this journey tonight. But as you sit huddled up in your soggy tent in a cold, muddy mess somewhere in North Carolina…think about the stories you will be able to tell Em when you finish…and think about how she's going to hear these stories for years to come…then think about what she might end up doing with her life…because Aunt Katie Who Toughed Out All 2,168 Miles of the AT gave her a wonderful example of what a woman can do if she puts her mind to it!

Love,

Dad

p.s. Oh, and Uncle Nick…I guess all of the above holds true for you and our little Micah, too!

Day 16: Good Medicine 

It's been a very long day. I'm sure that sounds trivial to you two…knowing that I spent most of the day warm and inside…sitting in meetings or sitting at my desk all day. Still. It's been a very long day. I started this morning by reading a devotion from Oswald Chamber's "My Utmost for His Highest". He was a teacher and writer from back in the early 1900s. He taught in England--mostly to young missionaries who were getting ready for the mission field. Anyway, Chambers wrote a lot about emotional and spiritual mountaintops. He constantly cautioned his students about trying to live on the mountaintop. He wrote a lot about our need to trudge back into the valley, if we were to be of any use. 

I can't help it…I love the mountaintop…and the mountaintop experience. I wish I could live on a perpetual mountaintop…with no low points…and no one to bring me down. But that's just not reality, is it? A section from today's devotion by Chambers was a big slap in the face for me. It read:

"Pick yourself up by the back of the neck and shake off your fleshly laziness. Laziness can always be seen in our cravings for a mountaintop experience; all we talk about is our planning for our time on the mountain. We must learn to live in the ordinary “gray” day according to what we saw on the mountain."

It was an "ordinary gray day" here today. Mom and I actually woke up to sleet and snow this morning and by noon we probably had about 3 inches of snow at the church offices. I felt my "fleshy laziness" craving a jolt, an emotional and spiritual kick in the pants. It was also an "ordinary gray day" inside my heart and soul. I was in a funk most of the day. I really don't know why, but when I got your text late in the afternoon--telling us you were hunkered down in your tent playing cards in the rain--it lifted my spirits. I could easily envision both of you laughing and enjoying each other's company as the North Carolina Spring drenched you…your tent…and everything around you. In my head I could easily hear both of you laughing joyfully…like you do so often together. Proverbs 17:22 reads:

"A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones."

  

Thinking of you both laughing and playing War or 21 with a deck of cards in the middle of the North Carolina woods brought joy to my heart. And when I read in your text that you plan to hike to the Nantahala Outdoor Center for a "delicious hot breakfast" tomorrow…I was filled with even more joy. Life is SO simple for you at this moment in time. Dry clothes…a warm bed…a hot meal…a game of cards. These simple pleasures carry so much more weight and significance for you both right now…and it's a great reminder for me; a reminder to not let the mundane things of this life get in the way of my joy. 

"A joyful heart is good medicine." Thanks for the recommended daily dose today.       

Love,

Dad

Day 17: On Guard  

Okay. This is probably going to be short because we got to talk for awhile on the phone this afternoon, Katie. I was able to fill in some of the details as to why the last couple of weeks have been so hard. Then, right before I went home…a little after 6PM…things got worse. As I type this, I still don't know how this is going to play out. I think I mistakenly erased the document I'd been working on all day. Ugh! 

We put together a program for the men's retreat each year. It's usually about a 15-20 page booklet with all the information about the weekend (i.e., schedules, devotions, etc.) in it. I finished all of the copy, and my recommendations for Jordo and the graphics team, around 6PM. All I needed to do was upload the file into Jordo's folder on our mainframe. I was in a hurry…I thought I copied the file over from my folder on the mainframe into Jordo's. It's too hazy and too frustrating for me to detail the rest, but suffice it to say…I accidentally erased it. It's gone. All that work from today dumped out into the ether somewhere. Our techie guru Darrin Graham is going to see if he can find it (or at least a portion of it) on what he's calling a "Shadow Drive" on the mainframe. If he does, I might kiss him on the mouth!  :)  

I told Mom tonight that I feel like I'm under attack…even though the computer snafu was definitely "user error"…I still feel like I'm being attacked. Talk about the devil and his minions has always bugged me a little. In the back of my mind I can't help but think it sounds like a bunch of hocus pocus; cartoon demons with pitchforks. And sometimes it feels like it's just yo-yos attributing the common pitfalls of life to unseen entities. I feel that way sometimes…until I'm under attack. Then, it's all too real and I quickly turn to God in prayer. I Peter 5:8 reads:

"Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour."   

I felt the adversary today…like I've felt him over the last couple of weeks. I don't know why. Is it because men's retreat is next weekend and it's been a powerful change-agent in men's lives over the last few years? Is it because the enemy wants to chip away at my faith because I'm consistently thinking (and worrying) about you two? Or is is simply because that's the way life always is…and normally I'm just not being watchful? In my job at Flatirons I see (and hear) a lot about the destruction the adversary causes. I hear it multiple times each day--stories of lives ripped apart by that evil devourer. And without exception, when I hear men tell me of their painful mistakes…I think to myself, "Please God, keep me from making that mistake!"

It's pretty easy to see how to avoid being devoured: Be sober-minded (or alert) and stay on guard. I know I told you to be watchful and stay on guard for people who mean to do you harm on the trail (Which is why I bought you each a survival knife!), but I also want to urge you both to be watchful and on guard for the enemy too. He's prowling…like a lion…and he wants to rip you two apart on this journey. He wants to create division…to stir up petty arguments and feelings and make you resent each other. So keep your eyes peeled and ask God to keep them ever open to the enemy's attacks. 

And I will do the same…and pray that Darriin is able to do the miraculous…kiss or not.

Love,

Dad

A Few More AT Posts...

Here are my most recent notes to our daughter Katie and son-in-law Nick as they thru-hike the Appalachian Trail. Thanks for your interest in their journey.  

—Dan 

       

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Day 10: Success & Commitment

This morning began with a very brief text from you confirming:

"We are crossing over to North Carolina today!" 

Knowing that you were only 4 miles from North Carolina when the text came through was a great start to the day! Mom and I are so proud of you. That's a great accomplishment! If you include the half-section of the Approach Trail you hiked on the first day, you two have logged over 80 miles already. Try not thinking about the many miles still ahead. Remember: One step at a time. Enjoy the journey. 

Mom and I got to watch Emery and Micah tonight so that Ben and Ali could have a night out. I had mentioned to Ben a couple of days ago that you two were getting waterlogged in your tiny tent from all the rain you've had…and like a good brother…he gave me his tent to ship to you. I plan to waterproof it tomorrow and get it ready to ship. I just need you guys to tell me where to mail it. While we were watching the kids, I opened up the green tent pouch to check the poles and to see if all the pieces were inside. As I pulled the rainfly out of the bag, the familiar scent of musty nylon took me back. I told Mom, "That smell brings back the memories." And as I drove home in my little red truck, the smell quickly filled the cab and made me smile. I like knowing that the tent Ben and I used for our 12 day hike on the AT through Georgia in 2006 will serve as your temporary housing for a portion of your hike. It just seems right!    

You two have already surpassed in less than 10 days what Ben and I did in 12 days. Again, that just seems right. You will learn someday what I think every parent feels toward their kids; we all want what's best for our children and we want our kids to (hopefully) do better and/or surpass what we've done and accomplished. As I told you many times before you started this adventure, I want you to succeed in this. Not only do I want you to make it all the way to Mt. Katahdin in Maine…I want you to soak up this experience like a sponge and then wring yourselves out…not leaving anything undone or unexperienced. I know you are committed to this too, but it's going to be hard. The only way to pull this off is to rely on each other…and God.      

Proverbs 16:3 reads: "Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed."

I really hope you are committing each day to the Lord--knowing that the only way to succeed is wholly based on God's grace. When you commit whatever you do to Him it takes the weight off of you and places it solely where it belongs. So stay committed as you begin your trek through the 95+ miles of North Carolina. Success is guaranteed when commitment is anchored in the right place.   

Love,

Dad

Day 11: Appalachian Spring

Well, your car is finally off the street in front of the house and in our garage. It took all morning, but I got the garage cleaned out and organized. Your little car is now tucked away and waiting for your return. 

It was beautiful here today. Spring seems to really have arrived in Colorado. The trees have all blossomed and budded and there was a warmth in the air today that I haven't felt in a while. It was fun being outside, piddling around in the garage. It's been 4 weeks since my hernia surgery, so I decided to really put it to the test by lifting more than I've lifted in weeks. You know I can't work in my garage without some music, and today was the perfect day, so I dropped Aaron Copland into the CD player. "Appalachian Spring" never sounded better. Needless to say, you were both on my mind. As Appalachian Spring reached its crescendo, I just stood and listened...hoping the rain had stopped in North Carolina...and that it was just as Spring-like there for you as it was for us  in Colorado.

After finishing up in the garage, Mom and I worked in the yard and by the time we headed off to church tonight, I was feeling it a little--feeling my age. I won't lie. I hate getting old. 

Spring and Fall. 

There's no getting around it; I'm in the autumn of my life, but you two are still in your Spring...Summer's coming, but it's still Spring for you. And as I listened to the beautifully, majestic, sadly moving orchestration of Copland's "Appalachian Spring" in my garage this morning, I was grateful for your Spring. The Spring of your youth...the Spring of 2015...and where you are spending them both. 

Ecclesiastes 3 begins with: "For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven..."

There is a season for everything...and the season for you is Spring...an Appalachian Spring. And soon your Appalachian Spring will turn to Summer...somewhere between North Carolina and Virginia...and not long after you return to settle back down in Colorado. Spring to Summer. Summer to Fall. Fall to Winter.

As much as we all might wish...no season lasts forever. 

Love,

Dad

Day 12: Trained Up

Sunday is usually the day we catch up with family. A lot of times Mom calls your grandma on Sundays and (if I haven't checked in on my way home during the week) I'll try and call Nana and Papa on Sundays. So it was fitting to get your call(s) today from Franklin, NC. Mom and I loved hearing about the hike so far--and can't wait to see the video you're going to post soon. As we said on the phone today, we can't get over how much you two have been able to stay in contact with us during this trek in the wilderness!

It was a little disconcerting to hear about your constant sore tendons, blistering toes and other physical woes, but we trust that you will listen to your bodies and not stress yourselves too much. I guess I knew that this hike would take a toll on you both...I just wasn't ready to hear the reality of it. Still, we are both encouraged by how high your spirits are and by hearing how much you're loving this journey--despite the physical strains.

Katie, you've always known (and Nick, you've learned) that I am not one who coddles. I've learned...and have tried to pass along...the reality that we gain strength (and some of our greater insights) when things are at their worst. It's often said that tough times don't necessarily build character as much as prove character. Part of disciplining little kids (along with correction) is instilling wisdom and strength in them. Katie, you were such a strong-willed little girl growing up. There were times (more than I care to remember) when you pressed our patience beyond the breaking point. I tried to reassure myself during those days that your strong will would be a blessing when you were older. But there were times when you REALLY made it hard! (haha!) And Nick, you haven't had the easiest of lives from the start. You know how much my heart breaks at some of what you've had to face growing up. Still, it's shaped you into the man you are today. You are both stronger because of the hard times you've already walked through.

Proverbs 22:6 reads:

"Train up a child in the way he (or she) should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it."

Some of your training for this trip started when you were both still in diapers...Some of it in middle school and high school through the struggles you each faced then...and some of your training has happened in the rough times you've had as a young married couple. No matter what, I know that it has strengthened you both to the core...which will serve you well as this trip wears on your bodies and minds.

Nietzsche said, "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." This seems to be true. I will try my best to remind myself (and our resident softy: Mom) of this when we get word about your future physical struggles over the next several weeks. 

We will put your re-supply boxes in the mail tomorrow...pray for you daily...and wait for your next update! 

Love,

Dad

Day 13: Holy Moments

I know that you are both reading this from the comfort of your room at the Sapphire Inn in Franklin, NC. That makes me happy--knowing that you are resting, eating well, and icing down sore tendons and ligaments. Your text today…telling us that you were going to hang back from hiking an extra day…came at the perfect time. I was in the midst of some tough stuff at the office and the news that you were resting another day was a virtual shot in the arm for me. I kept thinking to myself, "They deserve (and need) this break." Enjoy! What else is there to do?

Ecclesiastes 2:24-25 reads:

"A person can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in their own toil. This too, I see, is from the hand of God, for without him, who can eat or find enjoyment?"

I sure hope you are finding satisfaction in your toil by eating more greasy cheeseburgers from Mulligan's…and quenching your thirst with a couple of the local brews. Let's face it, we have to consume proteins, calories and carbohydrates to fuel our bodies. But eating and drinking…that's an entirely different matter. I think that (when it's done right) the act of eating and drinking can be entirely spiritual. I firmly believe that this is why God instituted eating rituals into our lives. The Passover meal…which Jesus transformed into communion: eating and drinking. And why did God make it a meal? He could have used anything, but He chose to make it a meal--creating a holy moment. I don't know why. My opinion: I think it's because meals are about as temporary as anything we do in this life, yet hold the highest potential for leaving indelible marks on us. I mean, what else in life requires all of our senses (sight, sound, smell, touch and taste) with such profound enjoyment, and then is gone in a heartbeat? Poof! Literally down the drain! Everyone has a favorite meal or a favorite memory attached to a meal. I'm sure that you will both remember your cheeseburger and fries at Mulligan's until your dying day…fondly recalling every part of that meal from the decor in the restaurant to your waitresses (or waiter's) name. 

I would also guess that you appreciated those burgers yesterday (and probably today) more than just about any meal you've eaten. Probably because of what it cost you (i.e., the miles hiked, the aches & pains, etc.)…making that meal a holy moment. Again, I can't help but think of communion--another meal swimming in deep appreciation--due to the cost. I smile as I type this. I had a burger tonight too. No bun, just a leftover cheeseburger from a couple of nights ago. Protein and a little bit of dairy. 

I envy you your holy moment at Mulligan's. 

Love,

Dad

More Appalachian Trail Notes...

I received a brief text this morning at 6:30 AM from my daughter Katie telling me she and her husband Nick would be crossing over into North Carolina later today as they make their way along the Appalachian Trail. I made a commitment to email them a Bible verse and a note of encouragement each day on their journey. Here are my most recent messages. 

—Dan        

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Day 7: “Your Kingdom Come…”

Thought a lot about you two as I sat around the campfire yesterday with the Burgens. Jim and Robin asked Mom and I to join them for the afternoon up at the property, but Mom couldn’t swing it—but I could! I felt bad about that until I got home and Mom told me she got to talk to you, Katie. What the heck?! Can’t you call your dad too? She told me you were going to do a short hike today (3 miles?) and then try and catch a ride into town to stay at a hostel for the night. I would say, “Thanks for listening to your ol’ Dad!”, but Mom said you haven’t been able to download the last couple of emails I've sent. Oh well. Hope you both rest well tonight.

So, here’s what’s on my mind. I had a breakfast meeting this morning with a guy from church who’s been struggling lately. He told me he’s been struggling to the point that he doubts his salvation. I asked him why he’s doubting and he said, “I know what God wants me to do in life…and there’s stuff that I’m doing that doesn't line up with that. I’m basically telling Him, ‘Butt out.’” I asked him another question. I asked him what he believes about God. Then, with tears in his eyes, he told me, “I believe in one, holy, loving God who’s created everything…a God who loves me so much that He came, in the flesh, to show me His perfect love—by sending His one-and-only son Jesus…who took my sins…who BECAME my sin, then died and was resurrected to life…the only hope I have in this world.” Then I asked him…if he believed this to be true…then why was he doubting all that he just told me? He choked up and said, “Because I’m not following what He’s asked me to do. There’s stuff in my life that I know is wrong.”

So I reminded him of what Paul writes in Romans 8:17:

“Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ…”

Here in Romans, Paul tells us that because of what Jesus has done, we are God’s kids—and heirs to His kingdom. So this morning at IHOP I told this guy, “You are a child of God…an heir to His kingdom. Sovereign God has entrusted you with part of His kingdom.” Then, I asked him, “You DO believe that, right?” He nodded. I followed that up with, “Then why don’t you act like it? God is still on His throne…in His kingdom…with Jesus at His side. Why are you standing outside the walls? God hasn't moved…you've moved…and all He wants you to do His repent…to turn back to Him…and come back inside the castle walls.”

I really don’t know why, but I felt convicted to share that story with you…I guess to remind you too.

You are both God’s kids. And even though (for the next few months) the portion of God’s kingdom that He’s entrusted you with is basically each other…and the rustic trail you’re hiking…keep yourselves open to what God wants to show you about this kingdom on this journey.

And remember, God never forgets His kids.    

Love,

Dad

Day 8: Trail Magic

Katie (or should I now call you "Sunshine"), it was so good to hear your voice again last night. Next time you get cell service I need to hear Nick's voice too. Mom and I were so happy and (a little more) at ease to know that you two were able to catch the shuttle into Hiawassee yesterday. And I guess you can rest assured that you're still on your hiking adventure while staying at the Budget Inn. Forty dollars a night will only get you so many amenities. Chalk having to sleep in your sleeping bags at a motel as just another AT memory. Too funny! 

I wondered how long it was going to take before someone gave you trail names. Katie, "Sunshine" is very fitting. I agree with those other anonymous hikers you met. It's not because of the yellow of your pack, but because of your sunny disposition. Now Nick, I wonder how long it's going to be before you get a trail name. Let's hope it's soon and not something like, New Jersey or New Hampshire Nomad. You need a trail name WAY before you get up to the Northeast!

Mom and I also loved hearing about all the "Trail Magic" you've experienced already. I can only imagine how good that pizza and beer must have tasted at dinner last night. I wish I had a way of contacting "Tin Man"…to thank him for buying you dinner...and for taking such good care of my kids.

Trail Magic. 

What a wonderful concept; helping others out on the trail. It sounds sort of like paying it forward…hiking-style. When I told Rachel Davis at the office this morning about Tin Man and Baltimore Jack she gushed, "I am SO jealous right now!" When I told Ben about Baltimore Jack he cracked up and said, "Baltimore Jack sounds like a character right out of a book or something!" It sure does! I hope you are both diligently journaling and getting this all down on paper. You are going to run across so, so many more people on your journey…and so much more Trail Magic that you're not going to be able to keep things straight. 

So I had a crazy day at the office today. I was scrambling from one meeting to the next…feeling stressed and overwhelmed…but all I kept thinking about was Trail Magic...and this Bible verse from James 1:17:

"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows."

When I hear about all your Trail Magic so far, it sounds good…and perfect. And even though it's coming to you two through the hands of strangers with names like Tin Man and Baltimore Jack…I know you really know where it's coming from. It’s coming from the Father of the heavenly lights.

I hope and pray that tonight, as you set up camp on the AT once again, you take a moment and you look up at all those heavenly lights…and thank God for His Trail Magic. 

I know I will.

Love,

Dad

Day 9: Where Are You?

Did you make it to North Carolina yet? I've been wondering that all day. Knowing that you were hopping back on the AT at Unicoi Gap yesterday morning…and that Bly Gap was within spitting distance--just across the Georgia/North Carolina border…I kept thinking, "They must be in North Carolina by now. One state down, thirteen more to go." When Mom and I got home tonight, I got online and looked (and re-looked) at multiple maps and websites trying to figure out how many miles you needed to walk from Unicoi Gap to the GA/NC border. I got on Google and zoomed in on the satellite map of that entire section of the trail. 

Looking at the stretch between Dick's Creek Gap, GA and Bly Gap, NC on Google Maps, all I could see was a blanket of trees. No trail. Just trees. The image looks like it was taken in early Fall because peppered amongst all the varying shades of green there's a smattering of light browns, dim yellows, and muted orange. I couldn't help but let my mind race ahead to Maine…early this Fall…when you two will be finishing up your journey…and when the woods of Maine will be colored very much like the satellite view of Georgia that I scanned over and over again tonight. I don't really know why, but staring at those trees on Google Maps made me miss you both more now than ever before. I guess maybe because I know you're out there somewhere amongst all those trees…but I don't know exactly where.

I don't like not knowing where you are…which is why today's Bible verse is probably more for me than for you two. It's from Psalm 139:1-8:

"You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. 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."

I trust that all this is true…that God isn't just looking down on you from some heavenly Google Map. No…He's right there with you…when you sit…when you rise…and when you make your bed in the depths of the woods along the Appalachian Trail. He's there. And while (as you make your way to Maine) I will continue to wonder where you are each day, I will try to remind myself what King David says about God in Psalm 139: His hand is upon you…and His hand is upon me.

I take comfort knowing that in this 5 month separation…God's hand will keep us connected. 

Love,

Dad

More For The Trail...

Thanks to you all for the kind words and encouragement in my efforts to stay in touch with my daughter Katie and my son-in-law Nick as they thru-hike the Appalachian Trail. The following is the last three installments as Katie and Nick make their way to the Georgia-North Carolina border (see below).

—Dan        

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Day Four: Belief

Katie, it was SO good to hear your voice today! I’m sorry it was so brief, but I was racing from the church lobby to meet with Michael Koehn (a meeting I couldn’t miss) when Mom stopped me outside my office door. Still, as quick as it was, I loved hearing from you. Mom will fill me in on what you told her when I get home tonight.

Here’s what I’ve been mulling over all day: belief.

About a week ago I started watching a movie about 70s track star Steve Prefontaine titled “Without Limits”. I ended up finishing the movie this morning. It was good. I was talking to Jim (Burgen) about it and he told me he read the book…which of course made me laugh because he doesn’t read and, in turn, made him mad for laughing at him. Anyway, there was this scene where Prefontaine notices that this girl he’s interested in is wearing a cross necklace. He asks if she’s Catholic and the girl thinks he’s making fun of her. Prefontaine assures her he’s not making fun and tells her he admires her belief. He tells her, “It's the hardest thing in the world to believe in something, if you do it's a miracle.”

That has stuck with me all day…and it’s stayed with me right up until now…as I try to sit down and write you two this note. It’s true. Believing in something really IS a miracle! It’s hard to believe in stuff today…in a day-and-age where cynicism is the rule…where (thanks to Photoshop) you can’t trust pictures…and it seems like everyone’s a liar…or (as Brian Williams calls it) a “mis-rememberer”.

But here’s another truth: I believe in you two. I truly believe you are going to finish this hike. I believe that whatever storms you face on this journey…the real ones…like the 2 hr. storm you endured last night…or the mental and physical ones you’ve had…and the ones that are still to come…I believe you’re going to overcome them. I believe that you will both grow stronger; physically, emotionally, and relationally throughout this trip. And (most of all) I believe you’ll both grow spiritually in this too. 

I probably feel this especially strong this weekend because it’s Easter. I mean, some of us REALLY believe that Jesus—this itinerant Jewish rabbi from Judea really was (and is) who said He said He was: The Son of God…and believe that He was killed, buried, and came back from the dead over 2,000 years ago. And while erasing our sin is the biggest bonus, He made some really cool promises that He backed up by His resurrection. Like this one, today’s Bible verse:  

“If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.” Matthew 21:22

Now, I really don’t think that Jesus is condoning asking for anything—the “Name It, Claim It” message that has hijacked a lot of Christianity. I think it all comes back to belief. What do you REALLY believe God wants for you? Do you really believe that God only wants to give you expensive, shiny cars and wealth beyond measure? Maybe. Or do you REALLY believe God wants what’s best for you; your character growth, deeper relationships, and a closer bond to Him? I think that’s sounds more like something I can believe in…and ask for in prayer…and receive. Nothing against shiny cars and money, I just know that that stuff always gets in my way.  

So, I will be praying for a miracle. I’ll pray that your belief in Jesus…and your belief in yourselves…will grow beyond measure over the next 130+ days. And I believe it will.

Happy Easter!

Love,

Dad

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Day Five: Hope

Sorry. I know this is going to be a quick one. It was Easter weekend and I've been at church most of the time. It was great, but you both were missed. Especially when the Burgen-Foote Clan rallied up at Jim and Robin's. Katie, I hesitate to share this, but shortly after we arrived this afternoon, Mom picked up Emery and she looked at her and asked, "Kay-Kay?". I only pass that along to let you know you were missed by everyone. We got lots of questions from Jim and Robin and Leah. They are all excited and hopeful and encouraging of you. Just know that everyone back here is pulling for you!

Nick, thanks for sending the update--and the pictures. It really helps Amy and I when we get to see your faces in your absence. I will state that my stomach clenched a little when read…

"We have not been drinking enough water. I'm sure of it. As a result, both of us are experiencing some pain in our right knees."

I can't help it. I immediately went into "Dad Mode" when I read that and wanted to try and fix the situation--which is a little hard when we're almost 1,500 miles apart. I will trust that the two of you will slow down (when your body tells you) and pace yourselves for the long journey. 

No matter what you do, I know you both going to experience aches and pains along the way. Which brings me to today's Bible verse from Romans 5:3-4:   

"…we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope."

Now, when the Apostle Paul wrote those words, he was most likely referring to early Christians who were already suffering persecution--which included beatings, slavery and death. Still, we can all agree what Paul writes in Romans can apply to us today…and to you two on the Appalachian Trail. You are going to suffer. You're going to deal with small stuff like lack of sleep and boredom and mosquitoes…and you could end up dealing with some more serious sufferings, like: inflamed tendons and pulled muscles and deep chest colds. But no matter what you struggle through, try and remember the formula Paul points out in Romans 5. Your suffering will produce perseverance. 

So stay strong. Be smart, but fight through the pain. When you do that, it produces character. You both already have strong character, but this hike is going to stretch that to the limit…and try to remember that through your pain…in which you persevere…and will only strengthen your character…you will find hope. There is always hope because God is in the hope business. 

We can't wait to hear from you again. Stay safe and be wise.

Love,

Dad

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Day Six: Rest

You both already know this: Mom and I process things differently. She’s internal, I’m external. She gets quiet and I can’t shut my mouth off. I need to talk things out to get them straight in my head, right? Mom’s much better at compartmentalizing things than I am, so when we both hear that you’re dealing with dehydration and achy knee joints I want to talk about it. Mom doesn't. She wants to pretend you’re still in your apartment over in Broomfield instead of collapsing in your 2 ½ lb. tent somewhere in the woods of Georgia!

That being said, I want to echo what I wrote yesterday…and encourage you to slow down a bit. I don’t want you to stress your minds and bodies over some self-imposed deadline, possibly hurting yourselves and ruining your chances to go the distance of your hike. If I’ve learned anything over the last few years I’ve learned that rest is as important as exercise when it comes to staying healthy.

So I’m asking you to hold each other accountable to making sure you rest as much as you can—allowing your bodies to heal and regenerate from the physical stress you’re taking on. You are both carrying more than 20% of your body weight on your backs. That would take a physical toll on your body even if you walking on flat land, let alone carrying that up and down over countless hills and valleys. Rest needs to be as important as clocking in the miles you need to get in before fall comes and Mt. Katahdin freezes over.  

Rest. That’s also what today’s Bible verse is about. And even though Jesus isn't namely talking about physical burdens and physical rest, I think you can still apply it to your grand adventure on the AT. It comes from Matthew 11:28-30:

“Come to me (Jesus), all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

When Jesus talks about His “burden” and/or “yoke” He’s referring to the truth of His teaching and what it means to embrace and be part of Him and “the kingdom of God”. I want to encourage you both (as you struggle with your physical burdens) to think, and meditate on, Jesus’ promise here in Matthew. Think about these words when you stop to rest throughout the day and when you quit for the night. Remember that Jesus promises to take all the struggles and worries of this world and make them easier—not take them away—but make them easier and more manageable.

Incorporate deliberate, intentional rest into your journey and wait and see the results to your physical bodies—and see what happens to your souls.

Mom and I are praying for you constantly.

Love,

Dad

Busyness

Busyness. I know I’m not the only one who struggles with busyness. You’re busy. I’m busy. We’re all busy. My busy lifestyle gets in the way of so many things I really need to do—good things, healthy things. That whole “idle hands are the devil’s workshop” is bs. The enemy does his greatest works in my life by keeping me from what God REALLY wants me to do. His best tool is busyness.

One of the things I REALLY need to do is stay in touch with my daughter Katie and my son-in-law Nick (See Below). They left Tuesday (March 31^st) to fulfill one of their dreams: To thru-hike the entire Appalachian Trail—all 2,168.1 miles of it. It’ll probably take them 5-5½ months to pull this off.

So what does this have to do with busyness? Well, I made a commitment to them. I committed to send them a Bible verse and a word of encouragement—every day—for the duration of their hike. Nick has his iPhone with him and promises to touch base every time they get service. And even though they won’t be able to read my emails each day, I've committed to write them.

It always helps to have some accountability, so I’m going to ask for your help. I’m going to post my updates to Katie and Nick periodically on the Men’s Blog here. It will help to “hold my feet to the fire” knowing this. I would also cherish your prayers for my kids. I know that they are always in God’s hands, yet we’re still called to pray and ask for God’s care. I would love it if (when you happen to think of Katie and Nick) you would lift up a prayer for them.

With that…here’s the first three days.

—Dan        

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Day One. First Day on the Trail.

Now, I’m sure that you’re both swimming with thought and emotion, so I’ll make it brief. I really wanted to just retrace some of what we've already talked about (over and over) at the house.

This thing…this trip…this big adventure that you've dreamed and planned and thought about for almost a year is finally here. It’s no longer future-tense. It’s here…it’s now! And I know that by the time you finally read this, you will be either minutes away from starting the AT…or days into the hike. Either way, I simply want to remind you of this:

Trust.

You need to trust. You need to trust each other. You need to trust that everyone back home is cheering you on and praying for you daily (and sometimes “minutely”). But more importantly, you REALLY need to trust God. Proverbs 3:5-6 says,

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to (or acknowledge) him, and he will make your paths straight.”

You are going to experience all kinds of stuff on this journey: joy, fatigue, quiet, homesickness, beauty, peace, elation, despair. You get my drift. But as you take each step…one step at a time…try and remember that nothing you experience on this hike will happen without first passing through God’s hands. Nothing. Everything in life is part of God’s plan. The good AND the bad. And honestly, this is probably the hardest part of following and understanding God for me. I know that He’s in control of everything in my life, yet, I don’t want the tough stuff. I only want life to be easy. I want everyone I love to be safe and happy and problem-less. But that isn’t the way life works…and Jesus NEVER promised that. And the truth is, it’s usually the hard things in life that have taught me the most. I know this will be true for you too.

So, please seize this moment in time…this “Magic Window”…the next 5 months or so and take it all in. Drink it all in! The good AND the bad…realizing (and trusting) that God is near…that you need to lean into that truth…and that He will see you through to Maine.

Love,

Dad    

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Day Two. 0.2 Miles in...

It was great to hear that familiar “ding” from my phone last night—telling me I got a text message from you two—even after reading it:

“Alright, we are laying down in our tent! We are only about 0.2 miles into Springer Mountain. Haha. Doug and Patti dropped us off about halfway up the Approach Trail.”

I couldn't help but laugh. Your Uncle Doug prides himself on his navigational skills. He thought he dropped you off at the trail head. Oops. I’ll make sure he doesn't live this one down. That being said, I’m sorry. The Approach Trail is ROUGH…especially when you’re first starting out. Mom and I were sitting in the living room with Jon and Carrie Alexander when your text came through—which ended up dominating our discussion for over an hour. I wish you could have been there to hear what they had to say about you two. You would have been encouraged. Jon and Carrie are as excited as we are that you’re doing this—and equally expectant for how it’s going to stretch you and grow you personally…and as a couple.

Which brings me to your scripture verse of the day. This one comes from Philippians 4:4-7:

“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

There’s a lot packed into those few verses, I know. Yesterday was a hard start…and there’s more hard days ahead. I will admit, I’m grateful for what I know you hiked through today. I remember that portion of the AT from when Ben and I hiked it. I hope you were able to “rejoice” as you tramped through those dense wooded paths…under the many rhododendron arbors…and by (what seemed like) countless streams. I also hope today eased some of the anxiety you’re feeling from yesterday.

Please re-read those words from Philippians. Let them really sink into your head. Try and focus on a few of the truths found there, like:

God is near…you need to talk to Him…you need to tell Him everything you’re feeling, and you need to ask Him for His help. When you do all that, you get a promise: peace. And not just ordinary peace, but a peace that neither of you will be able to know or understand—one that will guard and protect your hearts and minds.

That’s a promise from Jesus…for EVERY situation…even if you’re only 0.2 miles into the trip.

Love,

Dad

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Day Three. Be Still

Silence. That’s what I struggled with last night. The silence. I know that silence from your end is what most of your hike will look like from our end, but it doesn't make it any easier. I laid in bed last night wondering how far you hiked yesterday…whether you felt better about things than the day before…whether you met some people on the trail…and whether you had to use your knives on them. Just kidding…kind of.  

I’ll admit. I hate silence. I love quiet, but I hate silence. I love the quiet of the woods—especially right after a heavy snow (like on Christmas night, Katie, when we took Peanut for a walk in about a foot of snow). I love that kind of quiet. But, silence, that’s a different story. Like nothing in your ears from noise-reduction headphones or when Mom goes quiet when we’re arguing…I hate that kind of silence.

I used to hate silence from God. I still struggle with it, but at least I don’t hate it anymore. When I was about your age, I went through a real “dark night of the soul”. That’s what St. John of the Cross called them; those times in our lives, when things get rough, and where God seems silent—to the point of non-existence. I began to doubt everything during this time; the faith system I was raised in. The teachings of Jesus. I worked myself to the point where I doubted God’s existence.

And all of this grew (it what seemed like) God’s silence.

It was around this dark night that I came across today’s Bible verse…and I know you know this verse already. It’s on the plaque that hangs over our back door (so that I see it every day before I leave the house):

“…Be still, and know that I am God…” Psalm 46:10

Be still. Be silent. That’s the best place to find God. I learned (and continue to re-learn) this lesson the hard way; that when I get quiet…when I get silent…I have a much greater chance of hearing or experiencing God. There’s going to be a lot of quiet time on your hike, so please try and use it. Use it to “be still and know”. 

Sometimes God speaks the loudest in silence.

I—on the other hand—would love to end your silence. Please let us know how you’re doing, as a soon as you can.

Love,

Dad