Life Getting Easier With God in the Picture
Walnut Mountain Shelter to Laughing Heart Hostel:
We made it down to Hot Springs and walked directly into Laughing Heart Hostel. My friend Caboose and Gump trail angel’d a room for me—two nights stay! I felt so grateful that people whom I hadn’t even met yet wanted to help me out on my journey! Thanks for the love, guys!
Out of our excitement, Voodoo threw me onto the bed and kissed me. He said, “You’re beautiful, you know that?” We got on the topic of communicating feelings. He asked me if I ever found it difficult to talk to people and I said yes. That is, I only found it difficult when I believed that there was someone outside of me. When it came to sharing feelings about an apparent “problem”, I would prefer to keep things to myself, for I knew that anytime I experienced a judgement of a person or a situation, that I was fully responsible for making it that way. If I felt an energy of anger or blame, I would prefer to be in a state of silence and hand it over to the Holy Spirit instead. I knew that people couldn’t really give me the comfort I was looking for, so often times it felt like a waste of energy to try and lean on them.
Voodoo and I had a heart to heart—he was feeling upset and alone. I brought up God and he goes, “God is a tricky concept for me, but my life did get a whole lot easier when I gave everything up to something bigger than me.” I asked how he found God for himself and he said, “I was looking at a tree one day and I thought about its roots and the fruit it bore. Then, I thought about the whoosh whooshsound of the cars in the distance as they zoomed past. And then, I realized how tiny and insignificant I was in the grand scheme of things. I realized how everything was connected and how I was connected to everything.”
Later, I talked to a guy named First Pump in the kitchen. His friends were waiting for him by the fire, but he decided to help me make undercooked pancakes instead. I was really attracted to his smile and the way his face flushed when we laughed. I could tell he wanted me and I wanted him, too—I longed for a chance to play with someone new. Voodoo walked by in the background and quickly flashed a colorful jump rope. He raised his eyebrows up and down, insinuating for me to come in the room so I could get tied up. I blushed, parted ways with First Pump and followed my Master into the bedroom.
Voodoo laid me on the bed… (The rest can be found on my site)
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