1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let my foot slip— (Psalm
121, NIV)
We
were at Hell’s Gate National Park in Kenya last month, hiking through this
beautiful gorge. We got to what looks like a dead-end, and I’m thinking, yikes,
we have to hike all the way back out.
Nope,
we have to climb this wall.
I
wish there was better documentation. Or, maybe not. After Rachel clambered up,
I put my camera down and started getting myself psyched up. Anna scaled it next
and then I told them, I have to go next or I never will.
I
have never been so terrified before in my life. I kept telling them, I am too
old to be doing this kind of nonsense.
All
I can say now is –
Thank You Lord God for not letting my
foot slip. Thank You for guiding my footsteps at all times. Amen.
3 comments:
And when I got to it..I actually thought "piece of cake" after all I have climbed much much higher. BUT, my leg was throbbing sooooo intense from my unfortunate bike falling incident earlier in the day, I blame that. Good thing you & I did it on separate trips.
The guys would not have appreciated watching out for both of us old ladies!
Oh Chris! You are one BRAVE GIRL! I'd still be stuck there! Lovely though, but I'm quite satisfied to just see it by looking at your photos! :)
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