Over the weekend, I went to Jejudo to spend time with my dad. This time, it was just me and him. There was something within me that assured me that I was to go this particular weekend. I can’t really place into words how valuable the 7-hour hike was. I can’t really narrate our conversation in between the huffing & puffing and during our sweet lunch break. I can’t really replay my heart-state that doubled the pace of my feet as a result of a blatantly answered prayer. Remnants of that hike linger in my severely sore legs, but remnants of our time together are ironed in me and echoed throughout my praises.