They celebrate the joy of making it to a resting place during a long hike!
Suddenly the legs that could barely hold little bodies
upright on the trails can run stairs and explore the shelter house.
Suddenly the boy has forgotten the sweat, the bugs, the complaints.
He sees the view and feels the breeze.
A little boy with parched lips, begging for water only moments before,
suddenly finds new strength in his body,
new moisture in his mouth.
He smiles, puckers, gathers, and of course,
spits.
And I wonder...
Did God ,who created both little boys and high places, have this fun in mind all along?
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