7 AM, the climb begins.
Taking our time and pondering the cross.
Taking in the view of the valley.
The cross (on that far hill) becomes more visible with every step.
His Beloveds.
Just around the corner now...
Almost there...
We made it!
Thank you, LORD.
View from the top.
We love you, Jesus.
Amazing Love.
The cross on the hill serves as a beacon in this part of the desert. It sits high above St. Margaret's Episcopal Church along Hwy 74. We thought the hike would be a beautiful way to reflect on the significance of Good Friday. The girls did so incredibly well. Most of all, they really enjoyed it and I could tell they felt a sense of joy and contentment. As we slowly climbed higher, Faith said, "When we get to the top, we should say a prayer and thank Jesus for dying for our sins."
It was a special moment for my little family.
Morgan also mentioned how the climb to the cross closely resembles our life journey towards Christ. He explained it to the girls this way...
"Mom and Dad are here to help you along the way but ultimately, you have to come to the Lord all on your own. Sometimes you may stumble, fall, and get scraped up, but do not be afraid. Just stay on the path and keep your eyes on Him." A simple but beautiful analogy, I thought.
"Without Good Friday, there is no Easter Sunday. And to fully appreciate the wonder of the Resurrection, we must stop and ponder the pain and significance of that fateful friday."
And this is why, Christians call the very worst day in the history of the world, "Good"- not because of what was done to Jesus, but because of what Jesus did for us." -Jim Daly
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