The Goat Team Climbs Lion's Head

Every aspect of being on a ministry team is exhausting, fluctuating, and exhilarating.
I mean every day seems to hold the full spectrum of human emotion and challenge.
Just today, the team was pushed emotionally, spiritually, and especially physically.
We decided to climb a mountain.
I mean why not right?
So after waking up at 7 am, grabbing breakfast, doing a book study on spiritual leadership (yeah that stuff is heavy) and hitting the road, we were at Lion's Head by 10.
There were six phases to this mountain.
1. This Incline Is So Steep I'm Walking Vertically
2. Staircase of Hell
3. I'm So Close to the Top I Can Taste It
4. I'm an Actual Explorer Because I'm Rock Climbing on Real Rocks
5. You Weren't Actually That Close Before
6. Oh Thank You Jesus, We Made It
The worst phase was definitely phase one. I thought I was going to die. The incline spirals around the base of the mountain so on the first stretch; I decided to RUN up it. Have you ever tried to run up a mountain? Yeah, It doesn't really work. I keeled over about 50 yards in. This was what they think is "team bonding." Yeah, maybe for a team of goats.
Actually though, I loved hiking that mountain. The cool part about it was A) we actually got to CLIMB instead of just hike and I felt like a legit explorer/adventure. I got a new nickname: Laura The Explorer. B) Every part of that mountain was metaphorical for our walk with Jesus.
As I walked up I thought about God's strength in His creation. That every muscle working to allow me to climb, my lungs that consistently filled me with air, my heart that I occasionally stopped to listen to the beat of, my feet that were just small enough to use the rocks as a grip, but big enough to give me a steady platform to jump — all of these things were by His design and by His strength they work.
I thought about each individual rock and how this MIGHTY mountain is really just made up of a huge pile of smaller rocks. It's kind of like the body of Christ. It's a HUGE spiritual mountain, but it's just made up of all of these small rocks — people.
And lastly, I thought about Jesus. How the last time He climbed a mountain, He was climbing to His death, and He KNEW that, yet He kept climbing. I thought our climb was hard. I can't imagine doing that while also carrying a cross AND my skin has been practically torn off from previous beatings while also hearing people spit insults at me from the sidelines. Sho God! How you continually amaze me the deeper I look into things.