The way back home

My son and I were on vacation last week in South Lake Tahoe, visiting loved ones. Reminiscing. Laughing. Healing. Bonding. We escaped the family buzz and just the two of us headed out on a short hike to CascadeLake and Falls. “A stunning vista that you’ll never forget. Instant Gratification.” beckoned the trail guide.

I read the directions to the trail head. “Drive up Highway 89 north from South Lake Tahoe 8 miles. Turn at Bayview campground across from Inspiration Point. Drive one-quarter mile to parking area.”

The hiking directions were clearly stated. “It starts as a wide path winding through a fragrant ponderosa pine and spruce fir forest. A few stone steps lead to a narrower, rockier trail for the next 3/4 mile. The trail curves along the side of the mountain providing scenic views of CascadeLake, EmeraldBay and Lake Tahoe.”

The guide gave other options to multiple lakes and sights. 

But I was struck by the last line. “To get back to the trail head, just reverse your travel.”

It couldn’t be easier.


How come life got so complicated?

My son, your first steps were deeply stamped, because I was there with you. I walked, and you stepped you in my size 11 prints. Then, at an important juncture, you were on your own. You were a man. I stopped and pointed you to the path that you should take. Follow the trail. Listen to God.  Don’t make the same mistakes I did. 

I should have told you more about the danger ahead. There will be times ahead of you where your path will end, you’ll be deep in the thickets of life. You’ll be far away from where you started. 


I’ve been there myself and it’s not a good place. And rather than come home, I pushed forwarded and get lost. Surrounded my lostness, I made the situation worse.