Walking in the foot paths of our adolesence can be an emotional experience-pleasant or negative. Joyful, remorseful, embarrassing, humbling, sorrowful. Yesterday, I walked in the physical place of my footsteps when I was a teenager. It has been years since I was last there.
During that time in my life I was a long distance runner and a member of a track & field club. As part of our training, we did hill training, running up a hill over and over and over…This particular hill is in a park where there are also some trails. So what we did is we ran a loop, up the hill and return to the bottom of the hill via the trails (the shorter distance, ironically).
Back then I really liked and enjoyed running long distances [my arthritic knee prevents me from continuing]. That is I liked training, but not so much the racing competitions. I’ve always preferred and stayed focused on competing against myself more so than competing against others.
I’d like to say that the hill was not as imposing as I remembered and that when I started to walk up it yesterday I did have that thought. But part way up, walking instead of running, I felt the hills intensity. Its not that the hill is steep but rather it is its length as it continues on a steady progression upwards so that when you get to the top you have expended lots of energy.
Through my life I have: run, skated, walked and pumped iron as an athlete; played music with fellow musicians; but the greatest and most impactful walk is the walk I am on now….walking with Jesus Christ.
“for we walk by faith, not by sight.” 2 Corinthians 5:7
Regrettably, my walk with Jesus has not been a life long experience. As I walked that hill yesterday I couldn’t help but think of the missed years. Oh, to turn the clock back, not to regain my youth but to gain more time with Jesus in this life.
“And he walks with me
And He talks with me,
And He tells me I am his own;”
A song from my childhood.
“Yes, give thanks for ‘all things’ for, as it has been well said ‘Our disappointments are but His appointments.’” –A.W. Pink
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