Lordy, Lordy.

I have been finding that my days feel longer than normal. It isn't a bad thing. When my back pack was on my shoulders and feet crunching through snow around neck breaking sequoia trees, things were slow like a scene from a life I never thought would be my own.

Since I was eight years old. In the midst of the chaos and lack of knowledgeable direction there I was standing with tears in my eyes of seeing these large mysterious, majestic, stunning, word snatching creations. I didn't say much. I got rather light headed from gasping in awe, but I would just stand. Each step felt like it was a blissful period of time. Surrounded by His creation. Not just trees, but people.

I'm not so good at playing games that have a lot of detailed instruction. I don't enjoy people who are over competitive and scores stress me out. Back packing, if we want to get technical, is just a very intense form of wandering. It's basically to just walk around in the woods and observe. There is no winning goal involved. No competition, no score, no explanation of rules on how to play. It continues to become one of my favorites.

And if I must mention it I will, backpacking women are probably some of the most beautiful women I know. To seek independence in His creation and to see the strength yet gentle ways in which women embrace these playgrounds. Again, speechless.

Lately I have been finding myself thinking I know what's next. I know why these events have happened and what needs to happen next. But the truth is as soon as I peak around that corner to see the light. The source has already gone around the next corner leaving behind a peaking light up around the next bend. I feel the darkness sweep while I try to crane my neck to see if I can get a glimpse.

Lately my necks been cramping up...

"5Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. 6In all your ways Acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight."-Proverbs 3:5-6