I was excited to be able to spend time with my son while doing something on my bucket list. When we arrived, late the next evening, I was still in a bit of shock that we had really made the trip happen. The next morning, we headed to Sedona in our bright orange convertible to do some hiking and the weather was absolutely perfect. Everything seemed to be going amazingly well.
We chose a trail to hike and I tried to keep up with my athletic son. At one point, he decided to hike up a hill, off the beaten path. I followed a short ways up the hill and then decided I would let him hike the rest of the way up, while I waited in a small patch of shade under a scrubby tree. Sedona is a desert, after all. He was gone for a while and when he returned, we started down the hill to return to the trail and head back to the trail head, some three miles away.
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I was surprised that my first response was requesting to rewind time and retake the step that lead to my fall. How many times do we wish we could turn back the clock and relive a moment? I am sure every athlete has this thought of wishing they could retake the missed shot in a game. Every husband and wife wish they could take back the unkind word that was spoken in anger. Every driver texting and getting into an accident wishes they could go back and make a better choice.
Unfortunately, life does not allow for rewinds. The only choice we do have is what our next step will be. How can we move forward in trust, humility and grace? How can we choose what will be best for all involved and allow God's mercy and concern to comfort and teach us.
In my case, the choice was whether I was going to sulk, feel sorry for myself and whine, complain and be a wet blanket during the remainder of our trip. Luckily, I experienced the grace to make wise choices, caring for my injury with my essential oils and R.I.C.E. (rest, ice, compression and elevation), allowing my son to serve me, and trusting God that He would continue to be with me and bless our time together.
We continued our adventure, and I hobbled out to various overlooks wearing one of my son's running shoes, waited in the car a few times while my son hiked a short trail, and enjoyed long drives with my foot propped on the dashboard. We had meaningful conversations, enjoyed the beauty of the day and the scenery, and created memories made all the more unique because of the challenges faced.