The Life of Me, Smile Magee :)

During church today, I reflected on a memory from Girls Camp ( a youth camp my church does each summer for girls age 12-18). During this girls camp we did an activity called a "Faith walk" we were each blindfolded, and told to hold on to a rope, that would lead us through path. We were then told that at any point of this exercise we could raise our hand if we needed help. Being the super stubborn girl I am, I was determined that I was not going to raise my hand no matter what the circumstance. I was going through the path pretty well, till I landed right in a Sticker-bush.  But still I was determined, to not raise my hand, I knew that I could get myself out of this.  No matter what way I twisted, or turned, or moved my feet in that dang sticker bush, I always ended up falling right back down again, my arms and legs were completely cut up. But  still I didn't give in, and I didn't raise my hand.. Until Our bishop ( which is like a pastor) calmly whispered in my ear ...