A bit ago my friend and I went to Jasper for the day and we decided to go to Maligne Canyon. As we were walking the trails, we ended up on one that never seemed to end. Finally, we decided that we weren’t on the trial we thought we were on and concern started to set in.
We aren’t fans of backtracking, so we decided to get onto the road that we could see once in a while from the trail that hadn’t been stepped on (by humans) since before the snow came. We got onto the road and tried to find our way back. We ended up finding a trail that led to the wrong side of the river, and so we finally backtracked, took a different turn down the road and made it to where we knew we had made the mistake.
At this time we had been hiking for about 2 hours. Through the snow. Getting a bit tired, we were determined to find the parking lot where we had left the car. We finally found a map sign and eyed up the shortest way back. After walking for another 20 minutes we found a trail that we had not been on yet but would be faster than the way we had originally came. We decided to take it, not knowing that this entire trail would be a steep uphill climb in the snow. We made it from tree bunch to tree bunch, taking rests after the steep climbs. After about 15 minutes of this, we were exhausted and unsure about whether to keep on going. She looked at me, I looked at her and we wondered if we should turn back. As we looked up at the path to go, we could only see until the next bend.
We decided to go one more push up and see from there, if it kept going up we would turn back. We made it there and realized that was the last steep leg.
We got to the top of the mountain and looked out over the view. Exhausted, thirsy and wanting to see a human sometime soon. It had been 2 hours and 40 minutes since we had set out, and we were not dressed for this long of a hike. We were ready to sit down, have a cry and call for help. But the view was beautiful.
The mountains, the trees, the foggy blue sky. Perfectly crafted for our eyes to see. Everything was still. It was peaceful. It was God’s art that day.
As I stood there I realized that sometimes I give up too soon. Sometimes I turn back on God in my frustration at how long the journey is taking when really, the end could have been around the next bend. Maybe God has been calling me to take a step of faith, a tired, very weary step. He’s okay with my mess. He’s okay with yours. I hope that I trust in Him and His promises enough to keep on trusting that there will be beauty at the top.
Today if you are wrestling with a rough patch, please, don’t give up. Keep on trecking, because maybe, just maybe, after this next bit there will be something beautiful.