After a week of rainy, yucky weather when I have not been able to walk, I was excited to see a clear, but cold, sky this morning. I do so enjoy my morning walk!
I suited up and stepped out the door and started across the street…only to have to catch myself from falling on my can!
Black ice…little patches of it. Too small to affect cars and school buses, but doing a number on my balance. They were forcing me to mince along rather than take full strides. Since much of my walk is along sidewalk-less roads, I turned and headed home, not wanting to wrench a knee or hip with awkward muscle movements…or worse yet, slide under a car.
In short, I got a little scared. So I headed home to safety.
In this widow-walk that I know so well, there are moments like this, too.
I can be traveling along, taking life as it comes, trusting the Lord and moving forward, when all of a sudden…those unexpected moments come and I am slipping and sliding…in my walk and in my faith.
It is often something totally innocuous that sets me off…a song on the radio, a gesture from one of my kids that is so like their dad, a phrase heard in passing.
Then I have to slow down, take stock of what I do have, make the decision to either continue where I am and what I am doing, or take the high road and exit the situation.
Unlike this morning, I don’t always have the freedom to turn around and walk home, giving up until another day. I need to press on. The bills must be paid; the decisions must be made; the children must be disciplined. But that doesn’t mean I do it alone.
God is with me every step of the way, whether I am striding along or delicately, painstakingly picking my way. And He always will be.
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging. – Psalm 46:1-3