I'm having a difficult time trying to think of something to write about in regards to wilderness.
I could talk about the summers I spent at camp where I hiked through the wilderness. I saw God there, but truly it was more in nature than wilderness.
We live in an small urban jungle. Sometimes going to work is like being in the wilderness. In the wild you fight rushing waters, and wild animals only to be beat down. At work you fight deadlines and multi-tasking only to be worn out.
Temptations find us in the wilderness. We found out what we're really made of.
Clearly, I have not overcome using prepositions at the end of my sentences. My wilderness is climbing through words and language only to fail.
But I will push on, just keep swimming, and not give up.
Ha, I had to end with that one.