We were blessed this Christmas Day with 8″ of snow on the back patio. It reminded me of the scripture that says that “we will be washed whiter than snow” by the blood of Christ. We had a great day making memories and I pray that you did as well.

While I enjoy Christmas, Thanksgiving and a few other holidays, I truly look forward to the Winter Solstice and the lengthening of the daylight hours. Again, another reminder of the grace of God who created the universe.

But this post is not about holidays. Three months ago Kristin and I were wearing shorts, t-shirts, and hiking boots as we were in Maine celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary. We were staying in Greenville and found the Moose Mountain Trail. It was one the those trails that went straight up the mountain and was made out of granite steps and tree roots. Going up was a challenge due to the steepness of the trail but descending seemed worse because of the pounding that our legs were taking from the granite steps. And there was the tree roots that tried to trip us with each step. There was one part of the trail that did not have any steps but did have an abundance of tree roots. One of these reached up tripped KT and she came down hard on a small stump that was only about an inch in diameter and eight inches high. She left  a piece of skin about four inches long and half an inch wide on the stump. I left it there as well. It look like an accordion bellow all scrunched up and I knew it would not go back where it came from. It’s probably still there. Anyway we patched up her leg and hiked the remaining two hours back to the car. Her leg did the usual swelling and throbbing but she would not quit. We still hiked almost every day of our trip and even scored some “over-achiever” points on her Fitbit.

We did finally see a doctor a few weeks after we got back and he said it was healing fine.  KT even talked about getting a tattoo to cover it. Now it has been three months since that day and she has this reminder of our 30th anniversary.I can only imagine the stories she will share with our grandchildren sometime in the future.

Write back and share some of your memories and the reminders.

Thanks for perusing,

Gary