Mountain Top View

MountainAs my Japan trip gets closer, I’ve found myself reflecting on my last missions trip to Tanzania, Africa, in 2002.

One of my most vivid memories is the day we climbed Mount Migongo, the second tallest mountain in Masasi. 

We started out in the wee hours of the morning.  We hiked nearly two miles through African grass just to get to the base of the mountain.  We dodged scrub brush as tall as me, loose limbs ripping my skin. 

Then the climbing began.  For hours (literally), we twisted on trails.  We leapt over holes.  We dodged branches.  We slipped on rocks.  Sometimes there were steep leaps to be made.  Other times, we just followed the leader, step after step. 

Especially in the African heat, it was exhausting.  And yet once we made it to the top, the view was breathtaking.  All the hours of blood, sweat, and tears (in some cases) were well worth it as soon as we took in the view.  We packed our lunches, so we gladly partook of the nourishment – and the scenery.  We could see for miles.

Sometimes the road is rough.  Sometimes we grow weary when it feels like the journey will never end.  And yet we sometimes we have to “walk the rocks to see the mountain view” (from Lead of Love by Caedmon’s Call).  And that can make all the pain, all the toil, all the endurance worth it.


~ by Serena on July 21, 2009.

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