My husband and two oldest kids hiked to the top of Wheeler Peak in New Mexico several years ago. They were young, and the hike was long and challenging. The last couple hours, the kids took turns being sure they couldn’t do it and encouraging the other that they could. Eventually, they saw a peak that looked like the end. My husband knew it wasn’t the final peak, but knew that they would see it was close when they reached this false one. He even let them leave their backpacks on the bottom of the trail so they could run to the top, convincing them that they had made it. They get there and see a sign… Mt. Walter. What?!? Looking over at the next peak, they see a monument and lots of people enjoying the views and accomplishment. Seeing that it was that close, they finished the climb with ease. I’ve hit false peaks a lot – I think I am just about there, and then all of a sudden, I’m not. I wonder if God sometimes gets us to those false peaks because we wouldn’t finish the trek if we didn’t think we were close.