A few years ago we vacationed on Seneca Lake, NY, surrounded by breathtaking scenery. We eagerly explored the amazing gorges each day, till one morning we decided to take it easy at home. We were told there was a pretty waterfall in the woods behind our house if we followed the stream, so we decided to wander back and take a look before lunch. We walked in the stream, rocky and full from the rain. The boys rushed ahead quickly, seeking the promised treasure.
What we thought would be a short walk began to feel to us tired travelers like an arduous, endless journey. We had no idea where this supposed waterfall was and were having a hard time keeping our hopes up. My husband took a bad fall on the rocks and twice one of our sons wandered back to us, saying we ought to quit, nothing ahead worth seeing. One of them forged on, though, refusing to quit. He kept going, so we followed.
Finally we came to a spot where the banks had become high cliffs, but still no falls. Disappointed, a few of us stopped and shrugged, gazing up at the walls of earth around us. Suddenly the one who would not give up called out from around the bend. There he was, his arm around his little brother, gazing at the towering splendor. And we had it all to ourselves. God’s journeys are always worth the hike.
Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the Lord God is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation. Isaiah 12:2
Meeting God at the Park 