He Never Fails
Yesterday we climbed a mountain to the highest point of Kathmandu, and let me tell you, it was hard. Between the high elevation and the steep mountain side (unless you ask a Nepali…then it would just be called a hill. It’s only a mountain if it is snow capped) it was rough. My legs were growing weak, I was sweating up a storm…I wasn’t sure if I would make it. Thinking about how far I was from the top made me feel even worse.
It had also been a very rough morning for me. I was really starting to feel homesick thinking about how I still won’t see my family for...