See I was hiking at Mount Charleston the other day (when I say the other day I mean 6 weeks ago) and on the drive up I planned to do the 2 mile hike to Cathedral Rock. When I got to the parking lot for the hike I noticed on the board a hike that would take me to the top of the mountain. I had the food and water to make the hike so I diverted the plan, texted Charity and took off on a new adventure. As I began this new adventure I quickly realized that I was not the 16 year, agile, studly young man I once was. Another thing I noticed was a good deal of snow on the ground; but I kept on trucking.
The entire hike I was talking to God. Sometime into this new adventure I specifically heard (not audibly) that I need to turn around; so I did. I went back to "plan A" and let Charity know. As I was going back the same way I went there were feelings of remorse; you know when you had a great idea and it just never happened? That is how I was feeling. Feelings of failure crossed my mind and thoughts of wondering and question crossed my mind.
|(You can faintly see the deer)|
Since this day there has been many conversations that God and I have had about this topic. On the drive to Redding for summer school I really felt God speaking to me about the journey while I was driving; about 30 minutes later I got a speeding ticket. God wanted me to slow down but I wasn't willing to listen; I constantly want to force my plan and I am constantly being reminded that I need to slow down and enjoy the journey.
If I can't enjoy the journey will I ever enjoy the destination?