Navigate the Landscape

of Life by Faith

 

Finding our way in the woods teaches us to navigate life by faith. Shall we take a hike?

Even when the landscape of life takes a tough turn, we can navigate by faith. Not by feel. Not by fear. By faith. 

How do I know?

Hiking Yellowstone’s trails is always teaching me what it means to walk by faith through the highs and lows of everyday life. Even though the landscape of life passes through tough terrain, even though there is no one-size-fits-all map, it’s possible to find the way.

Whether the terrain you’re traveling is smooth, monotonous, unfamiliar, or steep, you’re in the right place. Let’s navigate life by faith. 

happy trails ~

Natalie

Field Notes for Navigating Life by Faith

Our Steps Matter

Our Steps Matter

After clocking out from the early shift at the gift shop, I left the Inn for a long, leisurely stroll through the Upper Geyser Basin. Beginning at Old Faithful, I walked past lesser-known features and family favorites as I made my way to my destination: Morning Glory...

Walking in Tension

Walking in Tension

Crossing the empty parking lot, I zipped my fleece jacket to my chin and drew my fingers into my sleeves. It was August and already the mountain morning air held heavy hints of the coming autumn--known in Yellowstone as “early winter.” Side by side, my dad and I...

Summer into Fall Challenge

Summer into Fall Challenge

I was finishing up the dinner dishes when my daughter, sixteen, slipped into the house and said, “You might want to stop and come outside. The sky is beautiful. I don’t think you want to miss it.” I’ve learned to listen to that girl. She pays attention. She’s attuned...

All We Need is a Little Light

All We Need is a Little Light

My husband and I have been hiking for years. Years. Still, we don’t always get it right out on the trail. We knew it we would be cutting it close. But, we hopped out at the picnic area, grabbed a late lunch, and prepared to hit the trail to Harney Peak, the highest...

Thriving in an Unfamiliar Life

Thriving in an Unfamiliar Life

My great-grandma was a woman of summer. She kept a garden. She grew the flowers and vegetables that graced her table. She picked the berries that topped our ice cream. Every once in a while, I helped her in the garden or the berry patch and it always shocked me when...

Hoar Frost Encased Pine Bough on the Upper Geyser Basin