Camino Memory days 11 Pamplona to Puente de Le Reina Thought Everyone ris searching for something. A picture is worth a thousand words When you are down and discouraged dont listen to yourself; talk to yourself. Dr. Tom Lindberg Memory Its Been a couple of days since last post, so forgive me. During my third day of walking I noticed that both of my ankles were developing a type of rash. By evening in Pamplona the rash started to hurt and was accompanied by swelling. It has gotten so bad I could hardly walk. When I went to bed that night I seriously was wondering how could I continue on tomorrow? I have 15 miles to go to next destination and I can barely stand carrying my own weight, not counting my 40 lb papoose, which by then had dropped to 35 lb, What am I going to do? Anyway, when I woke up that morning I decided to rest up and either stay another night or just leave a little later. As I lay there for several hours, I decided come hell or high water Im going to do this thing today. Pain or no pain I have a goal and I am going to press on. So, I slowly got ready and left 4 hours late, but I left. My feet were doing so much better than they were the night before. They were sensitive but better. Throughout the day I would have to frequently stop and air them out. As I headed out of the city following my guide posts, the golden arrows and shells, to know where to turn and go I stopped at Pamplonas castle, which had been turned into a park, and did my personal video blogging. On a side note, I began my first day of my second attempt on the Camino Doing a personal journal/blog by Video. I actually found it to be very encouraging. It allowed me to tap into myself -- me emotions, thoughts And I found that much of the blog to me was almost like a prayer to God. There is something about the speaking out the word both scripture and just putting voice to your thoughts. Scripture teaches us that the power of life and death are in the tongue and that is right. Back to my journey The sun was high in the sky when I finally was out of the city. The landscape around the city was breath taking. It reminded me so much of parts of the Central Valley of California. I thought of my studies in hosiery and said. No wonder the Spanish colonized there in California, because it reminded them of home. As I journeyed that day, I was blessed to walk with an Italian guy named Merino. Merino, was very friendly and we immediately connected. Not because if my Italian, but because of his English. As we walked and talked o discovered like many on the Camino, he was in transition and was searching for something. He had a very difficult life story. He lived alone and had no family. His parents had committed suicide together, and he was just let go recently from his job. Wow, its amazing how when you hear someone elses struggle it certainly gives you proper perspective on yours. My heart broke for him, and I prayed that I would be a blessing somehow to Him, because he was a blessing to me. He shared his lunch with me and his presence helped me forget my aching ankles. I prayed that in some small way I could be a witness to Him that there really is a God, one loves him and has a plan for his life. We walked about 3 hours together that day, but eventually separated because of time and daily goals. I eventually arrived at Puente de Le Reina in the early evening, just thankful to have made it. I was extremely tired and my ankles and feet hurt with every step. However, I made it! I didnt let my circumstances of this world keep me from my goal. Final thoughts My prayer for all; that we have such clarity of direction and devotion that we wont allow pain or circumstance to keep us from reaching the goal set before us by Jesus Christ Phil 3:7-11
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 11:03:48 +0000
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