Zion National Park. May 2013
When I think of the word Zion, I imagine a Holy Land. A heavenly place. Sacred. Healing. Restoring. Hope. That is exactly what I was in need of and found at Zion National Park, Utah.
I struggled on this hike. I had a hard time catching my breath. I almost cried. I almost turned around. I almost quit. It was hot and we were low on water, but Tandra promised that the views from the top could not be missed. I’m so grateful she pushed me to keep going!
The trail is so steep during the last half-mile that they put chains for gripping as you make your way to the peak. Scary! But amazing! What an accomplishment!
We made it!
I am so grateful for wonderful friends to travel with, to experience the world with. And while my ultimate dream is to find that travel companion in a future spouse, I’m not wasting any time!
Zion brought a lot of healing and restoration to my wounded heart and soul. When I thought I wasn’t going to make it, I did. Angels Landing will always hold a special place in my heart, and I can’t wait to return.
“See, I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious cornerstone, and the one who trusts in Him will never be put to shame.” 1 Peter 2:6