I've always been a seeking soul, driven by some uncontrollable urge to challenge the parameters of my small world. It's just who I am. Growing up on a tiny island in the middle of a huge ocean, I wanted to explore the big wide world that was out there. One of these places are the mountains of Switzerland. What I want is not so much the glory of a climb achieved but rather the majestic beauty of the high peaks. I've gone from scaling inner heights to ascending outer ones. When I return from a climb I feel renewed -- a better human being, stronger and a bit more capable of facing life's unpredictable terms. By sharing my journey with others, maybe I can inspire people to take a closer look at their own lives and consider whether they are living their dreams or giving up on them. I don't like it when people talk but never do. I have to be careful not to develop that intoxicating habit myself. You can't wait forever to fulfill your innermost, God-given aspirations. Even if you fail, you must have the courage to persevere. If you never test your limits, how will you know what they are? Select only the most sublime goals. Force of habit will take care of the rest.
Anyways, today was arm day at the gym.
By God's grace, and only by his grace, and always by his grace, I'm still persevering in my training. I'm beyond grateful for my mountain guide.
He's one of the best mountaineers in the Alps. Not snobbish, made of flesh and blood. We're a good team. The crowning achievement of my last trip to the Alps was, with his help, planting Becky's memorial banner on the summit of the Breithorn. Each time I'm up high, my body gets extremely debilitated. But the experience is unparalleled.
Could that be just the reason God created mountains?
Have a blessed day!