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31 Days: Afraid


On Sunday, I was in Niagara Falls taking a hike with a fellow conference attendee. We set out on what we thought was an easy trail that began at the top of this photo. But when we chose to take the lower trail, things got a little challenging. The photo above was taken from the level we ended the trail on. I don't think it completely conveys just how far it looked like we had traveled down that hill.

I was so afraid on that hike. Afraid we wouldn't ever find a place to return to the level we had started at before we started our descent on the trail. Afraid that I would take a step and loose my footing and have to be rescued off the side of that hill. Afraid that the trail would never end. At one point I suggested we go back but not long after I made that suggested, we finally saw some other people and we felt like we were saved.

I prayed almost constantly on that hike. And it wasn't until I arrived safely and thanked God about a jillion times that I realized that in those moments when I was afraid, I had the opportunity to put my trust in God. What a gift that was.

Even when all I saw when I looked up was this


I felt so blessed that I had that faith in God to rescue me. And much like the water rushing over Niagara Falls, I felt a flood of emotion as I realized that we were at the end of the trail. And that we were ok. And that God is so very good.

Even when the trail looks like this


and we don't see how we will survive, God always has something amazing for us at the end.



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  1. JoyceOctober 4, 2018 at 8:04 AM

    We do lots of hiking and I can relate very well to the fear and anxiety that can creep in when we feel we're physically over our heads. So happy you persevered to the beauty at the end! Visiting from the link-up today. At the moment I'm # 58 on the list.

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