Our last day in San Francisco we were walking to Fisherman’s Warf and Pier 39 from our hotel and then taking the bus back since it was a good distance to walk. We had the double stroller and more belongings than we needed.
It was a good time, but we were exhausted by supper. This is was end of a long trip. Caleb was done with big crowds and Amayah wasn’t loving sleeping in her car seat.
We were told to walk up to Lombard Street and that we’d be able to catch a bus to our hotel.
We walked up a minor hill for a bit and realized we were not seeing any bus stops. Feeling optimistic since the kids were quiet we kept walking, expecting to see one in the next few blocks.
Suddenly we are standing at the bottom of an extremely steep hill. All I could think of is that I was way too exhausted to even attempt this. We looked up and down the street and realized we’d have to walk big hills either direction in search of a bus stop.
Makes sense since at the top of each pass we climbed there was a large group of people photographing the view from the top.
We conquered the first hill only to stand at the bottom of a yet another. We did that hill, to stand at the bottom of a steeper one. One road had stairs because the incline was so steep.
These moments of deep exhaustion are where you see what you’re made of. I saw something in my husband that day that I had not seen before. It was a focused determination to finish strong.
I’ve known that he is motivated but what I saw that day was an amazing ability to encourage and inspire me to greatness.
My instinct was to collapse into a heap and say I want to go home and blame him for not knowing where the bus stop was.
Because of his positive attitude and vocal encouragement I couldn’t give in to my complaining. His drive was contagious!
When we climbed the last hill and enjoyed the view, I realized that this was a picture God was giving us for our life. With drive, determination, high doses of encouragement and relying on God, together we would conquer what we feel in the natural is impossible.
There was a shift that took place in my heart during that walk. For the first time I finally saw Andrew has my team-mate and the power of encouraging one another.
Let us think of ways to motivate one another to acts of love and good works. And let us not neglect our meeting together, as some people do, but encourage one another, especially now that the day of his return is drawing near.