Yesterday I walked. I walked like I was one step closer to home. With every step, even in the opposite direction of my front door, I was one step closer to home.
I enjoy walking. I enjoy walking when the weather is in support of my delightful mood or when a storm is brewing on the inside. My pavement time, as I like to call it, has become this journey of walking with my closest friend. Listening to reassurances. Hand holding my thoughts. Shaping doubts into what the Potter would have them to be. And trusting that my path is destined in Christ. There’s a new breath and spirit renewed within me from walking.
We don’t always take notice of our steps. Mostly because we take them out of routine. We’re here and then we’re there in the course of a day. In a year. In a lifetime. And it can easily become a blur.
You know the saying, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” well that’s a short-term look on life and our walk. There is no accountability in that saying. And it is not the way we should live our lives here on earth. Our values here on earth will be how we walk into eternity. Or not. Either we’re going live out our lives unaware and forever lost OR once lost but now found.
How important is it to know that when you walk out of your front door that you’re one step closer to home?
Photo Credit: Patrik Jones