I don’t know what it is about walking, but it’s really enjoyable for me. And I feel like I don’t do enough of it. Walking is an easy task in and of itself, but it can sometimes be laborious too. You can set out for a walk eager to get some exercise, and come back home exhausted due to the length of the walk you took. Of course, now that I’m trying to train for a half marathon, I feel like walking is a piece of cake. 🙂 I’ve taken the walk for granted until I can’t just walk any more because of a more daunting quest. And then I long for the days when I used to just be able to walk, because running is so much more difficult for me.
I think it’s the same way on our spiritual journeys. I’m out for a long walk and some of the paths I’ve been led down feel like they will never end. My feet are tired and blistered. I press on because I know that’s what I’m called to do, but I whine about the steep path I’m on, when sometimes, that same rugged path is really also so stunningly beautiful. Other times I’m walking through thorns and weeds and overgrown bushes, or through never ending flat land where every step feels the same. I don’t feel like I’m getting any closer to my destination in places like that. But the truth is, every step I take gets me closer. And every step I take can bring more adventure ahead. I could come around a corner and see that the landscape has totally changed in an instant. I’m trying to remember that.
The truth is, I need to appreciate the journey, and some days I honestly just don’t. I grow discontent because I want to see things I don’t have the ability to see, or experience things I can’t experience in that moment. But there is beauty in every step of this path if I learn to look for it. What may look like a weed to some can be shaped like a beautiful flower sticking up from the ground to remind me that there is color on days that seem gray. A dark sky filled with clouds that scream with the promise of rain can be a reminder that God loves to shower His children with good gifts, and rain is one of those gifts that I so often take for granted.
The walk can be a tool used to challenge me to give thanks. It can also keep me close to the ground when everything in me just wants to fly away and escape for awhile.
The walk gets lonely. But that can be a gift too. When I’m alone with my thoughts, I get the gift of perspective. I listen to what the Lord might be trying to tell me instead of to all the voices of the world that love to come crashing in around me. I am focused on what I’m supposed to be focused on in that moment, instead of letting myself get so distracted with things that really don’t matter or worrying about future paths and destinations.
So I’ll keep walking. Not like I really have a choice, because that’s what He has called me to do until I reach the end of my earthly journey. Some paths are tougher than others, and I can’t always control which one I will be walking on today. But I can choose my attitude. And my desire is to keep a good one. Not just on the pretty parts of the walk, but on the drab, arduous, and monotonous parts too. And I want to encourage you today to do the same.
Because they all can be a blessing.
And because every step we take on our walks gets us closer to Home.by