Not your typical hiking experience...

Sometimes the mountains that we are given just seem way too big. And the fact of the matter is that they ARE too big, if we take them on alone. But if we allow God to help us out, any mountain in our path is a manageable climb. You just gotta make sure you're hikin with an expert.

Someday my stupid tendonitis-ed wrists will get better. Unfortunately, that day isn't day, and most likely won't be tomorrow, and probably won't even be any time this week, and it's a really big mountain for a little girl like me livin on the 7th floor of Hank Ingram House in Nashville, Tennessee to climb.

But God has a plan.
He knows better than me.
And I'm gonna be okay with that.
He'll help me climb up.

Actually, I think He'll have to drag me up because I'm not very strong and I run out of breath pretty easy. My "PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE!" attitude doesn't last very long sometimes. But, I think He'll let me take water breaks where I'll call my mom and make the missionaries give me another priesthood blessing and eat yet another package of pretzel M&M's (It's a serious addiction. Like, SERIOUS.). Yeah, He'll let me take those breaks. But He'll also reach His arm out after a few minutes and say, "Alright, sista. Let's keep goin." And then someday, well, me and Him, we'll get to the top. And when when we do? I have a feeling there's gonna be one HECK of a view. And I'll be like a kagillion feet higher than I was before, which will be sweet.

So till then, I guess I'm just gonna keep holdin on to God's hand for dear life and do my best to climb up that mountain. Wish me luck?

Besides, I've always liked a good hike.