“Come, follow me.”
Luke 18:22

We were in new territory.
Two mamas and eight little ones (ranging from 1 to 11 years old) adventured to a heard-about waterfall and swimming hole. We hadn’t been there before. In fact, my crew and I didn’t even live in this state.

The mountains, bleached blonde from summer’s heat and dotted with sparse sagebrush, felt hot and dry – beautiful and yet very different than the evergreens of the Pacific Northwest that we’re used to.

Driving up a gravel road, we passed a couple spots to pull off and park. Eventually we came to a bigger “parking area,” and when we pulled over we found steps ascending to a dusty trail. This must be it. An understated sign even welcomed us – it simply said, “Trail.”

We began cheerleading our climbing crew up, up, up the trail. Their little legs strained as they tried to maintain balance with each steep step. As mamas, we could feel the sweat bead, as did the anticipation of unpleasant whines and falls to come. This was more strenuous than expected.



When we nearly reached the top step I looked down … and to the left stood another parking lot and trail came into view. Uh oh. We began to question our decision.

That’s when a pickup truck, spilling over with people, arrived. They parked beside our cars. I decided to descend and ask if we were heading the right way. My mama friend stayed with our littles to spare them extra steps.

As I approached the group, I heard Spanish. Unfortunately, I don’t speak Spanish … but I tried to talk with them anyway. “Excuse me. Excuse me. Is that the trail to the water?” I shouted from afar, pointing up the mountain. A woman who spoke English emerged from her group to help.

“You’re going the hard way!” She said with a gigantic smile; the apples of her cheeks blossoming.
“Come with us! We will go together!”

I ran back to the group of little feet to deliver the news.

“You’re going the hard way!” rang in my mind. “We will go together!”
That sweet lady saved us hours of walking in the hot sun – and probably many scraped knees and tears.


Interestingly …
We all sought the same, dreamy location.
Different trails allowed for different choices of how to get there.
Some ways were harder than others.
Some hikers were more knowledgeable and experienced than others.
The sharing of knowledge and experience is what saved us.
Thanks to those other hikers, we sidestepped unnecessary sweat, time, energy and pain.

We all seek the same, heavenly location.
Different choices allow for different trails.
Some ways are harder than others.
Some individuals have gained more knowledge and experience than others.
The sharing of knowledge and experience can save us (and others) from unnecessary sweat, time, energy and pain.
May we be quick to smile and say, “Come with us! Let’s go together!”  Sure, we may speak different languages and travel different paths, but with heaven as our goal and Christ as our Savior, what we have in common eternally matters most. Let’s get there together.

Insight and Inspiration

As cold water is to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
– Proverbs 25:25

Go into all the world and preach the Good News to everyone.
– Mark 16:15

Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.
– Matthew 10: 16


Smile at someone and invite them to come along – whether that’s to do some good, read something good, go somewhere inspiring or to join you in prayer. The Spirit will help you know who needs the invite, and exactly what invitation to extend. Let’s do this together!



Jessica Poe
Jessica Poe is a mother of three, a collector of divine details and author of, Everyday MOMents: Discovering Christ in the Details of Motherhood. Jessica and her homeschooling family live under the lively green trees of Oregon; where their hearts flutter for bird watching, berry picking and basking in small, natural daily doings. Read more inspirational musings from Jessica at www.jessica-poe.com/blog
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