We walked three days together down country roads, not raising money to cure a disease or raising awareness for some political movement; instead, we walked only to affirm the relationship with Jesus, and to beg to Mary to increase our openness to her Son. I noticed in myself and in my friends, that as we walked something new and fresh was beginning to grow in us, a new way of perceiving life and vocation. Each step we walked the words of Fr. Carron took root in us, that life be “this continual pressing on towards the One who has fascinated us, and alone can satisfy the expectations of any human heart.” As cars passed us, and as I looked into faces of people in their houses as we passed, I couldn’t help but think, “They must think we are out of our mind, walking out here in the middle of nowhere!” Most of the people who saw us probably did have such a reaction, but as I walked I became more certain that every person who passed us is also made to encounter what we have met. We carried a cross as we walked, changing the person carrying it every mile. At a certain point it was my turn to carry the cross. As I prepared to take it I thought about my history, all the times I have said no to Christ, I thought, “I do not deserve to carry this cross, and I will never deserve to carry it” and then I thought, “Yet, these friends and this place have been given to me. They are concrete signs that Christ desires to walk with me, even though I do not deserve Him too.” Going on the pilgrimage to Our Lady of Good Help did not give us all the answers to our questions about vocation, but it showed us how to live in a position of asking. For this I am very grateful.