Remember a million years ago when I went to Girls Camp? Well I’m finally ready to share a more personal side to the week’s adventure in the mountain. This blog is by no means a “life style” blog or anything close to a personal blog. It’s a food blog with some extras (remodeling, parties, and crafties) throw in. I’ll be the first to admit that I get super nervous when posting anything personal, especially things pertaining to my faith. My faith is who I am, but it is a very personal part of who I am. I felt very impressed to share my week in a more public forum than I normally would, and that is what this post is. Enjoy and know this is truly from my heart.
The youth (and myself) will remember this day for a long time because there were very physical things involved. We physically carried ourselves all the way to our destination. When we arrived, we physically laid our hands on the temple and made personal promises with our Lord. And at the end of the day we wrote out what we thought and felt that day on a physical piece of paper. There are wonderful talks to listen to and things to watch but actively participating on so many levels really gave us a chance to feel in our hearts as much as we were feeling in our hands, tired feet, and blessed minds.
Are we providing our youth/children/loved ones opportunities to experience hard things? Are we letting them grow through hard things accomplished?
Thanks for letting me share.
Here’s a picture recap of the day.
Morning leg of the hike down the mountain:
The temple is in the very middle of this picture, it’s a little white dot:
Again the temple is in the very center:
Our wonderful escorts:
Our goal getting closer:
Friends and family along the road up the hill, bring on the tears.
It took up about six hours to get there, but we did it!