One of the things I noticed while we were visiting the
Vicksburg National Park was how many stairs there were. Lots of stairs at many
of the monuments. But we came to one tall round building with a gold eagle
perched atop and I just stared. I thought
about those flights of stairs and I just told Danny I would let him go look. I
don't like stairs and I don't like heights, so when faced with thirty feet of
rising granite, I just didn't want to go.
So I stood at the sidewalk below admiring my husband who, at 64, still
takes stairs in his stride. I would let him go for both of us. He can look at
the interior and admire the view from up there for me, too.
Trouble with that is my husband is also an encourager! As
soon as he went inside the round building, he began exclaiming, "Oh
wow!" and "You gotta see this!" He came back outside and shouted
down that I had to climb the stairs for this.
Of course even in my trepidation, I started up, gingerly holding onto
whatever I could. I called out to him, "You have to meet me halfway. I
hate stairs!"
Down my valiant husband came, to hold my hand, encourage me
upward and tell me I could do this. All the while I was thinking to myself,
just keep your eyes on the stairs. Don’t look down and don’t look around. I was also sure I didn't want to think about
the climb back down!
Once inside the building, I was astonished! Yes, it was well
worth the fear, the stumbling, and the mumbling. I spoke and my voice echoed in ricochets off
the granite walls. Up above, about 6 stories was a huge opening where the sky
could pour its light into the dark dampness. Every soldier from that state had
his name proudly stamped in brass along the walls. Nothing else was inside.
As we stepped back out into the air, I was also astonished
at the magnificent view! We could see the entire battlefield below - both sides
with their now immovable cannons. From this outlook, we could truly grasp the vastness
of it all and how beautiful this area was.
I breathed quickly, grabbed hubby's hand and we walked back
down together. Only this time it was
lighter steps I took because my fears had given way to beauty.
Psalm 121:1-2 I look up to the mountains -- does my help
come from there? My help comes from the
LORD, who made the heavens and the earth! He will not let you stumble and fall; the One
who watches over you will not sleep.
2 Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the
spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. KJV
Psalm 63:7 Because You are my helper, I
sing for joy in the shadow of Your wings.
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