When I grow up I want to be...

My Grandpa and Grandma Coulter had a lovely place near Lake Monroe in Indiana. We have many wonderful memories that are in or around this place. There was a creek and a huge hill in the back. We would hike up and down the creek. I remember when I was younger pretending that I was a missionary walking from one village to the next through the trees. While most were hoping to be firefighters, doctors, and teacheres. I was stomping through the creek taking the gospel to those who didn't know. I don't think I even ever told anyone.

This week was Tami's Birthday and so she wanted to hike up Mt. Meru to find the waterfall. It was a hike of a life time and Olais was our guide. We ended up not going where we probably should have and lets just say my body was sore. But it was lush and jungle like along the mountain. We were taking a break along the creek and I sat on a rock. It reminded me of what I used to pretend and suddenly realized it wasn't pretend anymore.