A walking, talking kind of God…

It’s been close to twenty years ago that I first walked out the door of our house on that narrow country road

Put one foot in front of the other and

Walked a full circle around our little town

Back to that same door of our house on that narrow country road.

Day after day I put one foot in front of the other and walked that same loop

Hoping to take some weight off my thirty something body.

And while that weight came off my body

Weight of another kind came off my soul.

Heaviness, a dark gray cloud hovering constantly over my head,

Stuffed down soul wounds like sandbags around my heart

Day after day began to lift.

As my feet were walking, my heart was talking,

to a Mighty Counselor.

Here’s a little secret…

He’s a walking, talking kind of God.

He likes strolls in the cool of the evening

and meeting with ones full of confusion taking a walk down Emmaus road

helping them straighten out the crooked paths in their thinking.

And now, close to twenty years later, I walk out the door of my house on a narrow city street

Put one foot in front of the other and

Walk two full circles around my neighborhood

Back to that same door of that house on that narrow city street.

Day after day I put one foot in front of the other and walk that same loop

Hoping to keep the weight off my fifty something body

And keeping the weight of another kind off my soul.

As my feet are walking, my heart is talking

to a Mighty Counselor.

Here’s a little secret…

He’s still a walking, talking kind of God.

He likes to stroll with you in the cool of the evening

or meet with you when you’re full of confusion walking down your own Emmaus road

helping you, and me, straighten out the crooked paths in our thinking.

He’s a walking, talking kind of God

A Mighty Counselor.

 

 

 

 

Still following,

Elizabeth

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