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In a previous post, A Summit of My Own, I told how God soverignly moved in our lives to bring about our second son, Summit.  Well, that was only the first part of the story.  The rest of the story is how we came up with, or rather how we were given, the name Summit. 

Selecting a boy name has never been an easy task for the Faught family.  We went round and round with our first child before settling on Shepherd.  The second time around the block proved to be no different, as we went back and forth over names for five solid months.  The big dilemma revolved around the fact that I like different names such as Shepherd, Titus, or Holland.  Julia goes in the exact opposite direction and prefers traditional southern names such as John, David, William, Charles, Fred, or George.  Okay, maybe not Fred or George, but you get the picture.  After much debate, like congress trying to settle on the budget, we had no results.  So, unannounced to each other, we individually began praying that God would show us a name. 

God soon began to answer our prayers.  One morning Julia informed me about one of her dreams.  In her dream, our baby’s name was Summit.  I thought the name Summit was a little too weird and did not favor the name to start.  I mean, is Summit really even a name?  Three weeks later Julia had a second dream and the baby’s name was, once again, Summit.  Poor traditional southern Julia laid awake in the early morn shocked and frightened by the implications of the second dream and this name that seemed to come from two miles past left field.

Right after Julia’s second dream, I woke up with stomach pains and woke up to an unusually wide awake wife.  In attempt to shake off the illness, I pleaded to Julia like a two-year old named Shepherd for something small to eat.  Lucky for me, Julia obliged!  As we ate breakfast, we discussed the second dream more in-depth and really began to consider the name Summit.  Julia eventually declared all she wanted was one more sign from God and his name would be Summit, whether we liked it or not! 

Five minutes later at approximately 5:00am in the morning and totally out of our normal routine (Julia is never up that early) we flipped on the TV (again we never watch TV in the morning) to Channel 5 News.  Much to our absolute dismay, the first thing out of the newscaster’s mouth was, “Summit Medical Center will be having a blood drive today…”.   Upon hearing this sentence we slowly turned our heads away from the TV and to each other.  I wish you could have seen Julia’s face and I know she wishes you could have seen mine. 

It is crazy to look back and see how God soverignly brought us Summit, but even crazier to see how God used two dreams and newscaster from Channel 5 to give us his name.  No hiking trip or human plan was going to prevent God from giving us our second child and without a question, God wanted his name to be Summit.  In light of the series of events surrounding Summit’s birth and his name, Julia and I can’t help but wonder what God has planned for this child.   We have no idea what it will be, but taking a hint from the definition of his name we know it will be great.  We are truly blessed to have Summit and we can not wait to see what kind of man he becomes.

sum·mit

[suhm-it]

–noun

1.

the highest point or part, as of a hill, a line of travel, or any object; top; apex.
2.

the highest point of attainment or aspiration: the summit of one’s ambition.
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A Summit of My Own

 

 

Every summer a group of men from our church take a trip to hike a 14,000 foot mountain in Colorado.  The name of the trip is creatively and cleverly dubbed The Man Trip.  This  trip is a “Man Trip” in every single way.  All done within 72 hours the round trip covers 1700 miles and spans over 25,800 feet in elevation change.  Some guys take off from Arkansas on an early Friday morning, arrive at base camp Friday evening,  hike the 14er on Saturday, and return home by Sunday evening.  Seems a little crazy? Absolutely, but this is what happens in a trip that includes over 20 men and 0 women or children to slow them down! 

I set my eyes on conquering Man Trip 6 months in advance.  I gained “clearance from Clarence” (aka Julia), scheduled a day off work, and decided on a training regimen. Of course, a trip like this takes some training to develop leg strength and respiratory stamina to handle the mountain incline and the thin Colorado air.  So, my training goal was to conquer the dreaded JBU stairs. The stairs located on the John Brown University campus are 100 hundred steps that have a monstrous incline.  I planned to conquer the stairs by running 10 up and downs with out a break; I was certain this would prove my readiness for Man Trip!  

In the six months leading up to Man Trip several hurdles were thrown into my path to impede my training and the hurdles convinced me to abandon the manly excursion.  The first hurdle was a badly sprained ankle, acquired in a pick up basketball game with kids half my age!  After a long and slow recovery,  I was still determined to conquer Man Trip and I quickly resumed my training regimen.  The second hurdle came way of a mysterious alignment to my healthy foot, later to be diagnosed as planters fasciitis, just another form of  getting old.   I could barely walk the stairs a month prior to the trip.  The third hurdle, everybody at work began to take vacations the week of my excursion – perfect timing!  And yes a fourth hurdle 10 foot tall was thrown my way.  It was a little tap on the old shoulder from Julia distributing the notification that Man Trip took place on “ovulation weekend”!  Of course she handled the notification very graciously and it was a notification that included no hint of a guilt trip.  She gave me total freedom to go or not go on the trip. 

He wasn't meant to clear this hurdle!

The fourth hurdle was different from the three previous hurdles.  A few months earlier Julia and I decided to try for our second child.  In our experience, this decision always brings its ups and downs.  We quickly received news we were expecting not one child but two.  In the same week we learned of our expectations, we lost our expectations.  So at the notification of “ovulation weekend”, I began to recognize a sovereign God moving.  As the last hurdle was thrown up, I recognized the three previous hurdles were cleverly placed by a higher being.  I recognized the fourth hurdle was not meant to be cleared and I gave up on my goal of conquering a Colorado mountain.  I knew God had something in store for us and sure enough he did!  We found ourselves expecting once again!  

As I look back on this time and examine all the hurdles placed before me, I began to contemplate one of the greatest theological debates of all time.  The absolutely sovereignty of God and the free will of man.  While I can not answer all of the questions that surround this long-standing debate, I do know what I have experienced.  It was a human choice to train for Man Trip, it was my human choice to jump the first three hurdles in my path, and it was my human choice to stop at the fourth hurdle and choose another path.  A different path that accomplished what God had planned before the beginning of time.  I experienced human will miraculously running in stride with divine will  to achieve God’s ultimate plan.  A plan that is greater than our hearts could ever dream. 

The heart of man plans his way,
   but the LORD establishes his steps.  Proverbs 16:9 

My plan was to gain myself the summit of a mountain. God’s plan was to give me a Summit of my own.

                                                      David “Summit” Faught


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