When I was in the Young Womens organization of our church and went to girls camp. It was either my first of second year, the leaders had us do a faith walk. I thought it was silly. I had done one indoors before and it has seemed really easy. This time though it was in the woods and there were some really difficult obstacles for a newly blindfolded person stumbling along.
This walk was supposed to represent us holding to the iron rod to navigate life. Each girl was assigned a 'guardian angel.' We were supposed to ask this person questions to help guide us along. I barely talked to my person, using my hands to feel my way ahead and moving very confidently along the rope. At one point there was a ledge that my assigned angel finally spoke to me unasked because she was sincerely afraid I would get hurt. Suddenly I came to the end of the rope. "Is that it?" I asked. "Yes." a male voice said. I took off my blind fold and the man, my best friend's father, chuckled and said "You didn't ask your guide if I was telling the truth. You will not be able to finish your work."
I was really mad at the time. I didn't feel like it was a fair representation of life. But the more I look back, the more I experience... The more I realize, I really am bad at thinking to talk with the Guardian and I really MUST remember the work I have been sent here to do is SO important and I MUST NOT quit early because Satan would have me think I'm done.
"Don’t you quit. You keep walking. You keep trying. There is help and happiness ahead—a lot of it!... You keep your chin up. It will be all right in the end. Trust God and believe in good things to come.”
-Jeffrey R Holland
-Jeffrey R Holland
