Last Friday and Saturday, my youngest son and I made the trek over to the Guadalupe Mountains and then made the hike up to the top of Guadalupe Peak, the tallest peak in Texas. We made it up in time to set up camp and then make it on to the summit for the sun set. It was breath taking!
At the top of the mountain, a monument has been erected to commemorate the transportation and mail industries because the mountain sits along a prominent stage and pony express route from the 1800’s.
At any rate, at the base of the monument is a metal ammunition box and inside the box is a register. All who make their way to the top get to sign the book – pretty cool.
We both signed the book, took pictures and then prayed together before heading back down to camp – one of those father – son moments I will always cherish.
The next morning we packed up our tent and sleeping bags and all our stuff and headed back down to the base to drive home. As we were hiking down, the thought entered my head of how proud I am that my son’s name is in the book. He has joined a handful of people who can say they made it to the top of Texas.
As I reflected on that fact, I became even more moved to think that not only is my son’s name in the Guadalupe Peak register, it is actually inscribed on a much more important book. In the Bible, Revelation 3 talks about a book of life where the names of all the followers of Jesus will be recorded. Bryson’s name is there along with my other two sons’ names as well! What an incredible thought for a dad!
God is good!
Clay in the Hands 
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