Doug and I drank in the majesty of God’s handiwork as we made our journey to the south. I found myself taking particular interest to where the rivers spilled out of the triangle mountains and finally reached the ocean shores. There must be billions of water droplet’s that make up that river, I thought to myself. I couldn’t help but be impressed at how a single snow flake that fell out of the sky and landed on top of the mountain could be reformed into a single water droplet. Later, it joined others to create a stampede of crystal clear H20 that traveled across waterfalls, rocks, trees, and other debris all the way to it's destination. In some places, the rivers seemed to just melt into the ocean as if it was exhausted, in other places there was a dramatic show of power as walls of water crashed into each other.
At one of the more striking spots, I rolled down the window and screamed, “Ta-da!” As much as I loved it, the artist who created it was smiling too. I felt a chuckle in his whisper about celebrations and his nod of approval for me to get a little crazy with excitement.
Like a meandering river, I was that snowflake almost four years ago that was transformed and made into liquid energy and carried down a rugged path. The month before our trip to the
completed my last reconstructive surgery. I have reached the shore as far as
operations go and I am filled with gratitude and creativity. One of the more important things I have
learned during my long adventure is to take time to celebrate little victories
and say, “Ta-Da!” Many times during my
course of treatment, I found myself incorporating an inner cheering leader section
in my brain and heart to get me through rough spots. There was always a big
voice in the background with a megaphone that accompanied my own cheering
squad, telling me I could make it. It was God himself. He would help me to
squeeze past blocked passages and send me down tumbling back into the river’s flow
to complete my journey. Now, that I’ve
finished this particular race in my life, I feel so treasured. I am honored to
stand on the sidelines of my fellow snowflakes and yell out the window – You
can do it! Oregon
There are powerful things about celebrations that we should never forget.
- They encourage and empower us to press on.
- They prepare us for the next battle in life
- They position our spiritual eyes on our heavenly Sustainer
- They rally community and build teamwork especially with those who have traveled down the same path.
- They create laughter which is medicine to the soul.
Here’s some advice from someone who’s been there- Don’t wait until the end of your battle to start your celebrations. Divide your big battle into daily battles or even moments. Celebrate at the end of each day your strengths. I’m not talking about climbing a mountain so you can plant your flag and tell the world you are wonderful, I’m saying climb the mountain and breathe it in and enjoy the view! Before long you will find yourself at the end of your long journey with your head out the window screaming,
“But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ” 2 Cor. 2:14