As I write this, I am sitting at 10800 feet above sea level in the Uinta Mountains of Utah. To my right is my buddy Justin, and across the drainage is my other buddy Jason. We’re hunting elk. As most of you are aware, my favorite annual endeavor. It’s Thursday and we’ve been at it since Sunday. The first morning I was blessed to fill my tag and, consequently, my freezer with a cow. The last few days have been spent trying to out maneuver bugling bulls in hopes of filling the other’s tags. We’ve had some really close encounters and have a few days left, so the optimism level is high.
Many of you know already, but some don’t, so I’ll share. Honestly, I shouldn’t even be on this trip. Nine months ago I was diagnosed with end stage renal failure. My function was at 20 percent and since that time it has dropped to 10 percent at present. In June, I was evaluated and listed for transplant at the University of Iowa. I’ve had the dialysis catheter implanted in my abdomen, but still have not been brought to the need to start it yet.
I don’t tell you this to evoke your pity. I’m telling this to excite you’r spirit. I’m telling you this to fan the flames of your faith. I’m telling you this as a first hand testimony, a witness of the glory of our Father.
My doctors, surgeons, pharmacists, dietitians, nurses, every single medical person I have contact with has absolutely no idea, zero explanation for how I am operating at the level I am and doing the things that I am. They are baffled. But…. I’m not! Are you?
And looking at them Jesus said to them, “With people this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”
Matthew 19:26 NASB
Have a blessed weekend!
In full pursuit (at 10800 feet) of the greatest Trophy,
Scott Pace
