Humble me, Lord

Gorgeous isn't it?

I just got back from Trek. This picture was taken while waiting to rappel.

This was my 5th time to go on Trek. I wasn't really excited about going this year. I wasn't in the greatest of shape, I was tired, I really just wanted to go home to Houston and sleep for like a week. But as I got closer and closer to it, I got more and more excited about it. Still not as excited as I've been in the past, but excited nonetheless. And my prayer through it all was that I would let God work in my life. That I would listen to Him and be open to His teachings.

I needed to be humbled.

See I get this idea fairly often that I can control my life. That I'm better at it than God is. That I can be His servant, but not give him full control. Which just isn't true. God truly humbled me this week.

It started on Saturday night (and I failed this test miserably). We were driving to Salida, Colorado and were about 4 miles away when we saw a HORRIBLE wreck in front of us. The road to Salida is only two lanes and there was no way to get around it. So we ended up sitting for about 6 hours waiting for the wreck to be cleared. I was tired; the kids were tired. We were all cranky and the LAST thing we wanted to do after sitting in the car for 15 hours was wait ANOTHER 6 hours in the car. I cried; the kids cried. It was awful. And I doubted. I just knew we were going to have to sleep in a car all night long the night before we started Trek which at the time sounded like the absolute LAST thing I wanted to do. Finally at about 2:30am we rolled into Salida. We were wiped out. And completely humbled.

A few days later, on our way to high camp, Hannah realized that her foot wasn't feeling well. After a few more steps, she realized that she wasn't able to continue. It was awful. We had to leave her on the side of the trail while we hiked ahead and our guide, David and Clinto stashed their packs so they could hike Hannah out. The girls and Elijah and I hiked down to say goodbye. We were all upset. And completely humbled.

Fast forward a couple more days. Summit day! The weather had been HORRIBLE all week and we were warned by David and Alex (our guides) that there was a possibility of not summiting. It rained all night long (literally). And when I woke up the next morning, it was bright out. Not a good sign since the guides get you up @ "Dark Thirty" on summit day (somewhere around 4am, I believe). Next thing I know, David is talking outside our tent telling us that there is another storm on it's way in. Nevertheless we weren't able to summit. We were all very bummed. And completely humbled.

God was in control the entire trip. Which was a lesson that I desperately needed to learn. That HE is always in control. I am not. I don't want to relinquish the tight hold that I have on my life into HIS much more able hands. It's a lesson I'm constantly learning. And something I'm constantly reminding myself during the course of any given day.

Thank you, Heavenly Father for an amazing week. A humbling week. And a week of learning. Please continue to guide me in Your ways. Help me to continue to learn that you are sovereign. You are in control. You are Lord.