Morning Walk
By the times I got there it was almost nine. No one was waiting. If not for this blog no one wuld know that I didn't walk but for a few minutes today.
I walked slow, thinking about the past week, the children I had taught, the people I had seen. By the time I reached the stream at the bottom of the hill I had decided to make Dolch-word flashcards for my students next week and not to fret over people who have to learn to help themselves.
I was on the way back when I spotted a dear trail. It was a straighter shot to the car and much more interesting. I decided to take it.
The trail was very narrow and hard to see. Sometimes I would have to stop and re-find the trail. Sometimes I had to stoop down or step over stuff. If I strayed off the path vines tried to wrap around me and thorns found their way to my flesh. The trail led me through a place where deer bed for the night, where people rarely go and then right to my car.
I couldn't help but see the metaphor for walking the path of righteousness. How often have I strayed from God's will to find myself wrapped up in the world and feeling the sharp pain of my own sins. If only I could stay on track I would be rewarded, safe, and led right to God's purpose for my life.
