Looking for the Sandstone Cliffs

It’s been about a week since my walk to Barenloch. Leah and her son, Anthony now invited me on a journey to look for the sandstone cliffs.  These cliffs, consisting of large white rocks, a friend of theirs, a nun, led them to them once a long time ago but they had always wanted to return. So we hiked up and down the hills around Landstuhl and Kindsbach on the trails looking for them.

We stopped at a plaza for lunch in Landstuhl to watch the fountains splashing in sequence. Then we wound back up the trail singing Christian hymns and enjoying nature. It was a little cool but just right with an occasional splash of sunlight to mark our way. I took picture of everything I could but it was dark in the woods so some of the pictures didn’t come out.

We never did get completely lost but we couldn’t find those mysterious cliffs. My both legs started to hurt after a while so I had to stop and rest a few times. However, I limped along and when one leg felt better, the other hurt. At least, they didn’t hurt at the same time.

 A few times we went the wrong way. We went in a circle and ended up back where we had started right by the hospital. We couldn’t believe that happened and we were very disappointed. Somehow, we had gone in a big circle.

Leah shook her head. “I guess we are not going to find those cliffs today. Do you want to head home?”

“Yes!” I replied. “I’m tired!”

Sometimes life seems that way; one big disappointment after another. Sometimes it feels like we are spinning our wheels or going in the wrong direction. But, if we pray for God’s help, He is right there to help us. He will lead and guide us and aim us in the right direction if we pray for it.

We finally came out of the woods by the traffic circle in Kindsbach and walked home a different way. We crossed the street and took the first lane to our right, but it was a dead end. When we walked around the corner however, we saw a little gate that was partially open.

 

“It’s the cemetery.” Anthony said. “I think we can go through there.”

 

We treaded softly through it. The cemetery was neat and filled with beautiful flowers and plants. Every grave was respectfully taken care of like a miniature garden. After we came out of there, we walked down another narrow path and past a miniature horse that was quite beautiful. I tried to take his picture, but he got right up in my face. Then he saw we had nothing for him to eat so he moved away and started grazing. I quickly took his picture then.

 

We finally came out on Hirtenpfad.  My legs wouldn’t hold up much longer so I was glad the trip was almost over. And I thanked the Lord for bringing me safely home.