Thursday, April 19, 2018

Learning to Walk the Walk~

I'm not a walker -
really, I'm not.

Oh, sure -
thankfully,
I am able to stand up right,
place one foot in front of the other,
and make my way from one place to another
(a huge blessing in of itself
that I don't think we who are able to walk
think to thank God for often enough.)

But a walker
like those you see walking -
on purpose,
decked out from head to toe in athletic apparel,
on a mission walking -
that's just not me.

And yet,
for the last three months
(count them - 1, 2, 3!)
I have been faithfully walking
four to six miles
(count them - 1,2,3,4,5,6!)
every day.

At first,
it was down right awkward.
No smooth glide.
No rhythmic stride.
Just the clomp, clomp, clomp
of shoes on sidewalk
and an overwhelming desire
to head back inside.

But, I kept at it.

Through blisters and leg cramps,
high winds and frosty mornings,
barking dogs and chatty neighbors,
garbage trucks and street sweepers,
and just last week -
a pick up line from a passerbyer:
"Need a ride . . . or maybe not?"
 NOT!

And, now -
with three months behind me -
it's still awkward.
But,
there are some good days.
Days where
my stride is amazing,
my speed closer to 14 minutes a mile than 15,
and I feel like I'm gliding on air.

And each and every morning,
humbly aware I don't have a clue one
about how to walk in such a way
as to maximize each step for optimal benefits,
I pray and ask God
to honor my commitment to "show up"
by partnering with me
to ensure each step
stretches and builds,
tones and sculpts,
restores and strengthens,
molds and transforms.

Sweeter sleep,
increased energy,
a spring in my step,
looser fitting clothes,
and a text from my sister that read:
"Your face is looking thinner.  Keep walking!"
all confirm God is faithfully doing His part
as I step out and try to do mine.

And really,
as we step out into life -
every single moment of every single day,
isn't that where we all find ourself?

Desperately in need of a spiritual trainer
to do for us what we -
on our own,
have no way of doing?

I'm not a walker -
really, I'm not.

I've never walked through life before,
but for the last 52 years of my life
(count them - 52!)
I've been doing just that.

And, at times -
(so many times, in fact)
it has been incredibly awkward,
to say the least.

But, I've kept at it.

Through childhood and adulthood,
congratulations and "Sorry, maybe next time",
address changes and name changes,
"I do" and "Rest in Peace",
uncontrollable laughter and (seemingly) inconsolable heartache,
more than enough and just enough,
"Thank you, Lord",
"How could you, Lord?"
and "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, Lord".

And even now,
with 52 years behind me -
it's still awkward.
But, there are some good days.
Days where my stride is amazing
and I feel as though I'm gliding on air.

And each and every morning,
humbly aware I don't have a clue one
about how to live in such a way
as to maximize
each moment,
each choice,
each decision,
each emotion,
each opportunity,
each breath
for optimal spiritual benefits,
I pray and ask God
to honor my commitment to "show up"
by partnering with me
to ensure each life moment
stretches and builds,
tones and sculpts,
restores and strengthens,
molds and transforms.

Sweeter resting in Him,
increased faith,
unspeakable joy in my heart,
looser fitting legalism,
and words from friends that read:
"God is really at work in your life.  Keep going!"
all confirm God is faithfully doing His part
as I step out and try to do mine.

And you know what?

I am really starting to love walking.

And you know what?

I am really starting to love life -
not just any ole life -
life and life more abundant -
one step at time,
side by side,
with my faithful God.









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