The Time I Walked to My Grandparents’ House

Hi! Today’s post is a real life story. It happened on December 31st, 2020. 

The day I walked to my Grandparents’ house: 

We started around 4:18.  My mom and I started walking, and we had five miles of country roads to walk to get to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.  I wanted to walk five miles in one day because I had been working for months to reach 100 miles.  When we reached 100 miles, I would get a twenty dollar prize!  We were at mile 95!

We talked about an old bus in Alaska while walked.  

Then we walked some more,

And more,

And more.

We stopped at a not so nearby neighbor’s farm and saw the baby cows. Only for 5 minutes or so. And then we guessed when my dad would pass us in the truck because he was going to meet us at Grandma and Grandpa’s house after work.

We both lost. We made it there before him.

We passed a guy with a black dog when he was taking in the trash can. We saw deer, houses that still had Christmas stuff up, and more cows.

Then we made it to the last hill. And then, somehow made it there, alive.

And, yes, I got a blister.  Life lesson: Wear longer socks. 

Now, something I learned was, “The road of life takes us in many directions but we will always get through them and make it home.” 

We will go through times of sadness and pain, but God will help us through. And we will make it if we just keep walking. As Galatians 6:9 reads, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

How could I have possibly learned that?

Well, It wasn’t all happy and nice.

My foot was sore, I got cold, and it got dark. But it was worth it. 

I hope you learned this from this text and not from your own pain.  Anyway, thank you for reading, and I hope you use this lesson to get you through today!