I wish I could live in the moment of your tangible presence. The warmth and feelings of love, being known, and to know. The peace that surpasses all understanding. Mountains are conquered with you and any doubts and timidity flee at the sound of your voice.
So, why does it seem so hard to find? Why can’t I just hear and see you when I say, “Hello?” Why is it sometimes like I have to pry open the rusty iron doors likes it’s some Dwarf door in the Lord of the Rings and crawl through tunnels of Mordor to find you?
It’s not fair. It should not be this way. This is not how it was meant to be.
I was born and grew up in United States and my profession is one of many hats. It was listening to the tales of mishaps and adventures of my father at a young age that inspired me to travel, and later to follow the courageous legacies of both my grandmothers. I have lived on four continents, been through a couple of revolutions, visited Israel and the Palestinians Territories during intifadas, and have enjoyed trekking, cultural and social observations, and adventures in many countries. My hobbies are singing, stargazing, hiking, and joining my King, the Lord Jesus, in annihilating the forces of darkness in all its forms.
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The Trekking Thinker 