I am going to reveal my age here. I am not ashamed for I believe that I was born exactly when the Good Lord intended. My two brothers told me I was a mistake, and I keep saying mom and dad were just trying to correct the two they had before me (jk). But as I look back to the 60s, I do not remember much. I was only one when Kennedy was shot, and Woodstock is a bird that hangs with Snoopy – not a field where music history was made.
However, one of my earliest memory comes from July of 1969, when I was 7. I vaguely remember the Apollo moon landing. This created a passion to become an astronaut, which was only fulfilled with my collecting the Coke bottle caps emphasizing the Apollo journeys and with immersing myself in the ground breaking, geek-ville show of Star Trek. I do not remember much beyond that. The 70s become clearer, but only a bit so.
Now, I want to introduce you to an astonishing 7 year old – Montannah Kenney of Austin. She warmed up with hikes in the Austin hill country and then went across the ocean to set a new world record as the youngest person to reach the apex of Mount Kilimanjaro. Her mother and her put the trek together in 6 weeks so they could make the hike during their spring break. Having lost her dad years ago, she talks about how this made her feel closer to him by being so close to the clouds. Her dad also struggled with PTSD before he passed away, so they set up a GoFundMe account help with those struggling with PTSD.
WOW. I will say that again. WOW! Who knows what the future holds in store for Montannah. She has accomplished an amazing adventure, and I hope her life is filled with even greater things.
Sometimes I think we expect too little from our kids. I want life to be filled with adventure, pushing our expectations, and dreaming big (bigger than just a visit to a Florida theme park). So here is my take away – what are you doing to help the next generation experience great adventure, remarkable milestones, and world changing events?
I do remember something else from age 7. My father was sensitive to my inquiries and he met with me and shared with me the greatest adventure of them all – life with Jesus. I remember kneeling next to a chair in my father’s office at Orcutt Baptist in Newport News. And I remember asking for forgiveness of my sins and beginning the greatest adventure for all of eternity. This is best thing we can do for the next generation.
Montannah may have felt closer to her father, and I am happy for that. For I too have lost my father and some days I really miss him. But because of that day when I was seven years old, that day my father shared the truth of the good news, that day I believed, I know that I will see my father again. And what an adventure that will be!