As I walked the 40 mile path through the plains of Wyoming, my blistered feet remind me of the sacrifice of the "Mormon" pioneers, each painful step urging me to think deeper. We walk and walk, over the boulders of Rocky Ridge, through the refreshing coolness of the Sweet Water, through dry sage brush lands, over more hills and down into lush green meadows, along more streams and along what would be considered nothing at all. Yet songs and stories of the sacrifice of those who have gone before, fill our hearts and fill our minds. Their legacy of faith burns deep inside, and rekindles what I already know to be true.
We walk on paths we did not create!
We drink from wells we did not dig!
How grateful I am for those who have gone on before
and who have created a legacy of faith!
May I continue that legacy,
so that those who are behind me might enjoy the same journey
and the same refreshing drink.
