I remember my exhausted grandmother body crying out, not wanting to take another step; my heart, soul and mind wrestling within me, intent on reaching the summit.
Looking down on the Black Hills of South Dakota from 6500 feet above sea level is glorious, worth every ounce of effort.
Finding the end of me is even more precious, exposing the bedrock of my humanity, opening my heart to deeply appreciate God's Divinity.
Since I first stood with Mama Kimberly in 2011, she has become my friend, my mentor, my sister.
In the years from then until now, there is much to be thankful for and there is much to grieve.
And at the summit we celebrate!
Deep inside the captives are set free!
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” -- 2 Corinthians 12:9
