Longest Hike of my Life

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Now this is a story of the longest hike of my life. It’s the end of the school year, schools are having closing programs. One in the village where I was living called Kemantian. One in a village called Kensuli, another in a place called Emrang and lastly a place called Kebgen. Notice the “e” does not sound like an “e” it’s closer to an “a” sound. I had an opportunity to go to Kensuli, which is about a 30min hike at a good pace. I also had the opportunity to visit a more remote village called “Kebgen”. This is no easy hike I can tell you that. I remember getting ready the day before the hike, they told me to travel as light as possible. After the hike I can see why they told us that. We started around 7:30 in the morning and around 10:00 in the morning it started to rain. The rain came in hard and then soften…but it was continuous for the rest of the hike. It came to a point that we needed to eat, so we decided to stop to eat. Mind you we are completely soaked, after only a few minutes of eating we were shivering cold. We ate as fast as possible because we were soo cold. The few minutes felt like hours, after we continued for awhile we were warming up. While we continued it rain some more…and some more until we reach our destination. We arrived shortly after 7:30 pm, if you are good at the math…that’s 12 hours. Twelve hours before we had begun our hike, for at least nine of those hours we were wet. We were tired to say the least, I thought I would not make it. My strength was failing me as I dragged my feet along. We were very encouraged by the singing we heard as we arrived to the remote village. It was a Wednesday evening when we arrived, so there was a mid week prayer meeting. It was a good booster to finish the long hike. Finally we had made it to this remote village. Never have I ever felt soo tired as that time. This picture here shows the survivors of that hike and one pair of broken sandals. There’s more to this story but, at the end I remember how I questioned God. I asked God, “ why is this happening to us?” “Please stop this rain” “my camera is going to get wet, please no more rain”. I remember as I said some of these things, it seemed to rain even harder. I was very confused at all of this, but at the end I thanked God for protecting us on that trail. In the end my camera did not get wet, only a few clothes that I had brought. It was a very humbling experience and the people there amazed me. Their humble lifestyle, humble home , thoughtful and caring even when they don’t own much. It was worth that 12 hours of hiking to arrive there, and you know what…I would do it all over again. I thank our Heavenly Father for the way he led us there safely and brought us home safely as well. Hope this encourages you to trust God even in difficulty. Blessings. This text is brought to my mind,

Isaiah 52:7 KJV

[7] How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!

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