Forty years of moving...
Wandering in the wilderness
Is a long time in the sandbox.
Sure makes my eight moves seem rather insignificant.
Its hard to imagine every day packing the tent,
Brushing off the sand.
Loading the bags.
Setting off to walk the road-less way,
Making your own path, with your footprint being the first in that space.
But its hard to imagine the journey we take every day.
Bustling out the door trying not to spill the coffee.
Loading the car with lunch bags, kids backpacks, and a day crammed with countless events.
Setting off to go down the roads that tell us where to go.
Still trying to find a path, a way that we can claim as our own.
Everyday we set out.
Like the People of God, we do mutter and mumble.
Like the People of God, we do taste manna to sustain.
Like the People of God, we are drenched in moments by God's love poured forth even from rocks.
We stumble on rejoicing.
We strive to find a way that is authentic, life-giving, whole and holy.
There are no maps or GPS,
Just a soul that in a soft whisper says, "Go this way."
And sometimes I even listen.
Blessings
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