I walk at least twice a day, sometimes more. Movement loosens my muscles and thoughts, propelling me forward into spaces where I can be wholly myself.
Frankly, I’d rather be gliding or whooshing past my walking self, and I’d like to be doing it on a skateboard.
Walking seems so average. Ordinary. I’m a rebel at heart and there’s something intoxicating about going fast. The trails are generally flat around my suburban prairie, so walking is easy.
But some days I want a challenge—something to take me out of myself. The dream of getting on a skateboard does that, to a degree.
I am learning how to skateboard, ever so slowly and precariously (in my garage).
But walking is what I do—it’s who I am. It’s how I go, roll, ruminate, and percolate.
I’m learning to be O.K. with my pace and who I am. One woman. Walking. Wholly loved.
It’s in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, he had his eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone.
Ephesians 1:11-12 MSG
This post is Day 1 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016.