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Hiking with a Friend

I love being outside.  So when a friend asked if I wanted to go on a hike, I jumped at the opportunity; quickly adding that I'm not much of a "hiker."  

In my mind, a "hiker" is someone who dons boots, layers of clothing, a backpack loaded with survival gear, and poles to be able to traverse whatever the terrain might hold.  My idea is much more casual, something like "nature walking."  You are in a lovely setting, enjoying the scenery, snapping photos of wildflowers or birds; downed trees covered in moss ... and you are walking.

Today's hike was a combination.  There was no "survival gear," but there was some strenuous exercise and photos were taken.  The best part was enjoying a beautiful afternoon with a friend.  We talked and shared and laughed.  Today there were no tears, but it's okay if that happens.

Friends are a special gift.  My current readings are about "community."  We need to have people in our lives that have our back.  Jonathon's servant said "I'm with you heart and soul."  1 Samuel 14:7

It's easy to get so busy with life that you neglect these relationships.  So, phone a friend (I know that line has been used) go for a hike, grab a cup of coffee or just chat.  It's good for the heart and soul.

Kindling community ~ Missy


  1. You are so right about not neglecting relationships. Life is to short..Glad you enjoyed your day..I am in the greenhouse today and just hangin' out with my tomatoes and peppers.

    1. Being in the garden is also a great way to spend an afternoon. Enjoy!


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