I’m Walking Home as I’m Walking Here.

As I was out on my morning walk (only the third one this summer-I’m planning to make walking a regular routine again for the next few months) this thought came to me.  I’m walking home as I’m walking here.

This was one of the profound takeaways from a Beth Moore conference I attended five years ago in our fair city.  This earth is not my final destination,  I have a lovely temporal home here, where I sleep and eat and store my stuff and live with my people but I must remember this is all temporary. And my walking? Where is it taking me?  So often we hear people refer to our faith journey as walking with the Lord. “That person has a close walk with God”.  Interestingly enough it is never suggested we run with the Lord. Which implies to me that nothing about walking with God is going to be fast.  Its going to be slow and steady.  Its definitely a power walk, if you know what I mean.  Yes, He can change our world in an instant but  usually after a long, slow, purposeful, consistent walk with Him.

It occurs to me that it doesn’t matter where I walk or who I walk with, I am walking close to God.  He is with me always and he doesn’t stay home when I go walking.  He doesn’t say, ‘I’m going to sit this one out, see you when you get back”.  He comes with me.  I find that it is when I am on one of my long, alone walks that I feel Him walking with me the most.  It’s almost as if I can have an audible conversation with Him. Well, very often, I do from my end.  The other walkers cross the street when they hear me talking to myself, keeping as far away as possible.

If you have a fit-bit you know that you can clock close to 10,000 steps in an average day (if you are not sedentary).  So that means we are walking, walking, walking.  All day walking. Until we lift our legs off the floor at night and crawl into bed, weary and spent.  I think that is what is meant by walking with God.  Its something you do all day, every day.  He is part of everything – if we let Him be.

 I’d like a talk-bit to measure how many words I use to talk to Him daily.  When I am alone is when I talk to Him the most, because there is no one else to talk to and because I do involve Him in every part of my life – whether He wants to be or not.   And so I keep talking and walking.  Walking with God.

 “When you walk through a storm hold your head up high and don’t be afraid of the dark.  At the end of the storm there’s a golden sky and the sweet silver song of the lark. Walk on, through the wind. Walk on, through the rain. Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone. “

Thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me….walking through this life and all that it brings and throws at me.  Where am I going?  I do have a destination.  I am walking home as I am walking here.