Gotta preach to myself for a minute... There’s no better activity to illustrate that “life is about the journey” than hiking.
Honestly, I never thought I’d like it. I didn’t see how it could be considered fun. In general, I’m someone who is always planning the next move, eager to reach the finish line quickly and start progress towards something new and exciting. But once you’ve made patient progress and climbed to the gratifying peak of a trail, there’s nothing left to plan, no more mountain to climb. There’s no next move. You’ve toiled physically and mentally and there’s no other option but to rest, reflect and take in your surroundings. In our lives, we tend to trade contentment for constant pursuit of something more. And we rarely get to that pinnacle we’re chasing, where we’d inevitably grow wiser by realizing that the journey was the best part. But every time I hike, I’m reminded to enjoy each moment on the journey, both on the trail and in life. I often pray for patience in my life and for the wisdom to be grateful for where God has me at that very moment. Since hiking is teaching me all kinds of lessons, I can’t help but believe God placed us in the hiking capital of the country to answer some of these prayers, just like He promised he would.