I’ve been traveling for 7 months now and it’s not always a happy, cheerful, glamorous experience. In fact the last two months I’ve been struggling, spiraling and having to dig deep to forge a smile. It’s exhausting. I’m ready to go home but won’t because I know I would regret it. Things are hard. Going from place to place, always saying goodbye, not feeling comfortable (EVER), not having a good/regular diet or poop schedule, sleeping in strange odd smelling places, the world race is really no ones ideal dream life. I’ve experienced a lack of trust, laughter, and peace. Just when I’ve hit rock bottom, FaceTimed all my people, and fallen desperately on my knees crying out to the Father, He gives me this day. A dose of courage and hope. A reminder that change is good and an opportunity if I choose to take it (peep the bangs). On this day we hiked up a mountain. Within 5 minutes of the hike we were joined by my girl Honey Butter. A pup who resembles me effortlessly. I first greeted her on our way into this quaint little town but on this day she clung to us. As we strolled past other dogs I would have to pick her up and protect her because the other muts were territorial. She pressed on and followed us up the mountain, with steep inclines, and leaves piled up so high they swallowed her whole. She made it all the way to the top, checked out the view and settled in to share a snack with me. On our descent my baby was sleep walking. She was dead tired but kept pushing. I couldn’t resist any longer. She had pushed through so much, giving her best, and was willing to keep going. I had the girls help me put her in my backpack so she could have a break and I walked her all the way home. Honey Butter trusted me! We had met before but she didn’t give me her full attention, just like I’ve done in the past to Jesus. On our hike she was ready to go all in regardless of knowing what was in store for her. That’s exactly how I choose to live my life trusting God and having faith in Him. Now because of my love for this sweet girl, in the midst of her tragic attempt to get down the mountain, I held her the rest of the way down. That’s exactly what Papa does for me. He walks me down, gently, when I have nothing left to give, and I can only rely on Him. She made me feel so easy to love, so easy to trust. SO IS JESUS. I didn’t have to prove anything to her, she already approved of me. WOW, JESUS, AGAIN. I am so thankful. Thankful for this day. Thankful for a God who knows ME. He knows exactly what I need, when I need it, and how to express it in ways only I would understand. Thankful for VICTORY. Thankful to be desired, cared for, and strengthened. And I’m thankful that I was born to be loved.
Enjoy some pics from the day(:
~written in love by your local gypsy
