Recently my husband and I spent time hiking through the beautiful red rock and desert. One particular hike was a 3 mile hike in through a box canyon called Calf Creek. We read the trail markers along the way describing the various vegetation and history of the canyon. We enjoyed pictoglifs, tiny budding red flowers in skinny little rock crevices, making a whistle out of horsetail, and watching scampering small lizards. The trail for the most part was good. At times there were deep pockets of sand to walk through, hills & valleys, which may have slowed down our journey, but also added to the depth of our experience. At times the journey seemed hot and long, but we knew their was a wonderful reward at the end. As we progressed through the hot afternoon, rambling on and talking away, we came to end of the canyon only to find a beautiful cascading cool waterfall.
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During earlier days the box canyon held cattle. Even amongst the hot dry desert, there was water to keep the cattle alive. I pondered this for a bit, knowing that each of us have a journey to make in our life--easy, hard, well marked, not so clear, even slowed down by the unexpected. When the hills are high or the valleys extremely low, we always have a choice. Our journey can be barren, dry, and harsh as the unforgiving desert or we can choose to partake of living water. The kind of living water which will quench our thirst, give us life, and purpose for being.
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