This winter break, me and three of my dearest college friends [Somer, Savannah, and Lauren] embarked on the journey of our youth. We left our familiar state-lines to venture into newer territories, driving a whopping total of 55 hours from Texas to New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, and back again. We breathed in, gawked at, and thanked God for some of the greatest wonders of this hemisphere: the White Sands Monument, Antelope Canyon, Horseshoe Bend, the Grand Canyon, and Zion National Park.

This trip was exhausting, to say the least, but along this quest, I realized that some forms of tired will always be worth the work. Laughing until my sides hurt and I can't breathe is always worth gaining joy. Stuffing myself in a car with three other hormonal women for hours upon hours is always, always worth getting to see Jesus' hand at work in the lives of others. Hiking steep trails, trekking through multiple inches of snow, and scaling the side of a hundred-something foot rock, while keeping my feet from slipping on ice, is always worth the view from the top (and the stories made along the way).  

We drew near to one another in the depth of fellowship. We drew near to God at the top of mountains. And He drew near to us by revealing shadows of glory through His two greatest creations: Earth and people.

Life is made so much kinder when you're gazing at a love that is even deeper and wider than canyons. 

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