Our last two days were spent on the first two days of the 192 mile coast to coast walk. This walk is across the north of England--from St Bees on the Irish Sea to Robin Hood Bay on the North Sea. I'm doing it in bits, a couple of days here and there. Bethyl drove and dropped me off. In order to let me go she needed to drive me over to the sea and drop me off, not be driven and have me just walk off. Her focus on actively separating helped me as I look back on it. My grandfather summarized succinctly when he said there were 3 things in life: holding on, letting go, and knowing when to do which. The catch in my own throat and heart were the same as in hers. The Red Sea didn’t part, just my wife and I. Even so, the aliveness in our spirits were signs of life.
I found myself grateful for smallnesses: the power bar and apple in my pocket; the clean water in my bottle; the sun’s warmth mingling with salty breeze in my face.
The pulp of life is in the little stuff. It's the heart of the matter. On this topic, check this link for a cool heart-check: Click here: Stethoscope.
In this sea-2-sea walk God is training me to see Him in the details of life. I still tend to look for the grand event while he slips in the back door. But more often I am catching him out of the corner of my eye, smiling to myself, and saying, “hi there, Jesus; thanks for dropping by; thanks for walking with me these 18 miles today from St Bees to the far side of Ennerdale Waters; thank you for walking with me the next day for another 14 miles. The 3 mph God and his disciple.”
The lakes, fells, rivers, sweeping pastures—all showed God’s glory on tour: “Madam Day holds class every morning; Professor Night lectures each evening. Their words aren’t heard; their voices aren’t recorded. But their silence fills the earth. Unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.” Ps 19:2.
I found myself grateful for smallnesses: the power bar and apple in my pocket; the clean water in my bottle; the sun’s warmth mingling with salty breeze in my face.
The pulp of life is in the little stuff. It's the heart of the matter. On this topic, check this link for a cool heart-check: Click here: Stethoscope.
In this sea-2-sea walk God is training me to see Him in the details of life. I still tend to look for the grand event while he slips in the back door. But more often I am catching him out of the corner of my eye, smiling to myself, and saying, “hi there, Jesus; thanks for dropping by; thanks for walking with me these 18 miles today from St Bees to the far side of Ennerdale Waters; thank you for walking with me the next day for another 14 miles. The 3 mph God and his disciple.”
The lakes, fells, rivers, sweeping pastures—all showed God’s glory on tour: “Madam Day holds class every morning; Professor Night lectures each evening. Their words aren’t heard; their voices aren’t recorded. But their silence fills the earth. Unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.” Ps 19:2.
