Ps. 61: 1-2 Hear my cry, O God; Give heed to my prayer from the end of the earth I call to Thee, when my heart is faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. New American Standard (NAS)
Hiking was a passion developed when I lived in the mountains of Switzerland, where walking is as natural as breathing. The journey was more important than the destination at the end of the trail. I was captivated by the stony one-person wide paths, soaring mountains and the beautiful cows. With their shiny healthy coat, soulful eyes and beautiful bells around their necks, the cows were always watching you and chewing as they observed the intruders. It did not matter where you hiked, every path was interesting. It was lonely living in a foreign country at times with strange foods, rules that I did not know or understand, and everyone speaking their own different language and dialects. I cried out to the Lord often in those first days there because my heart was sad and my body was weak. Have you ever been in a place where you had no friends, you were grieving, and you had survived a major illness? God was my rock and it was fascinating to learn that, no matter where I lived or traveled in this world, He was with me. He was always leading me to a higher rock, one beyond the next turn in the path.