I blame the gravitational pull of my mattress.
I was determined to keep my walking date with myself on Saturday.
I slept later than I wanted perhaps not longer than I needed.
As I pulled on my shoes, I noticed a few dots of water scattered
upon finger smudged panes.
Dismissing my thoughts of “it’s going to pour” or “gosh, it’s colder outside than I realized”,
I instructed my feet to step away from the house.
We have the pleasure of living two short blocks away from a city park complete with a
sunken rose garden.
I decided to circle the park a few times.
As you probably surmised, the heavens opened with applause at my
triumphant bed defeat with pelting rain.
As I neared the rose garden, the covering of trees spreads out and
I felt every raindrop multiply and the wind force pushing me back to
my starting point.
Only 5 minutes had passed.
I hadn’t worked up a sweat.
It was too cold actually.
I should go home and choose another day, my mind encouraged.
I kept placing heel in front of toe.
Once I reached the far side of the park and would soon re-enter the
intense weather chamber, I noticed the expanse of fir trees.
I looked down at the paved portion of my path and realized the cement was dry.
Not one droplet of rain had been allowed to penetrate the earth below.
I tilted my head back and gazed at branches imitating a cathedral
of hands interlocked in prayer.
This was a place of protection.
A sanctuary of peace from the storm.
Maybe I should walk back and forth along this untouched road.
I’d be warm and dry and less tossed about by mighty gusts.
My feet kept walking.
Often we feel unprepared and an ill-equipped match for the prevailing winds.
My park circles reminded me of the inevitability and strength of storms.
Storms wrestle us from our slumber and announce their presence.
We must keep walking.
Each step leads closer to the prized destination.
We may question our resolve to keep moving
of God’s arms
speaks peace over us,
and simply is present with us.
He reaches into the waters which threaten
to drown and
clasps His spirit with ours and
gives us strength to keep in step with Him.
He is the most welcome respite in
times of persistent onslaught.
We will get wet.
We will be chafed by the wind.
We may feel we are circling a path in a cold
wilderness but we are not left alone.
We must keep walking.
It’s the only way to get home.