I’ve been walking with Jesus. Literal walking the pavement with my legs and feet. Circles around our neighborhood like I’m praying down the walls of Jericho. Bundled up in two scarves, gloves, and winter boots – because this is Michigan winter. Wind blowing against my face – head down. With Jesus. With the warmth of Jesus.
After spending days frustrated and wondering what my purpose is and where my energy is and should be going, I decided to just start walking. Actually, my husband told me to start walking. To clear my head and gain clarity. He usually has the best ideas.
“Walk until you see the water”, he said.
I never found the water that day. In a neighborhood not my own, I walked in-between beautiful mounds of brick piled high on each other to create rooms and roofs and homes. Homes that held families and friends and gatherings and dinners. I walked down streets and ran across streets and never once touched the water.
I saw it from a distance once. But a DEAD END sign dug deep in the sidewalk was warning me not to go. But that water was so beautiful. Shimmering at the end of the short pavement with the DEAD END sign. That end didn’t look dead to me. It look brimming with life and love and hope.
But I didn’t turn down there. I kept walking. Kept looking for the sign that allowed me to walk right up to the water in freedom. It didn’t come that day. I kept walking parallel to a large body of water hidden from my sight by neighborhoods.
Instead, I walked with Living Water that day. Every beat of my foot hitting the pavement was a beat of my heart aligning with His. Rhythmic slapping of Living Water on my soul. The tide was in. He felt so close. I felt so alive. Slowing down to feel the snow hit my face – endless, unique pieces of grace – sticking to my hair and my coat. Remembering by name the times of grace that He has extended to me that week.
Soaking in His extravagant love is a high priority for me on these walks. Closing my eyes, raising my chin, deep breathing in of his love. Sometimes, my arms can’t help but rise up. And my swing can’t help but sway. His love does that to us. Fills us to the point of overflowing where we can’t keep it in – no matter where we are. We raise our hands. We love our neighbors. We fight for injustice. We give money to the guy on the street without judgement. We start businesses with Him in mind. We write letters. We hug our spouse just a little bit longer than yesterday. We have patience with our kids. So many kids with such demands to eat ALL. THE. TIME.
I think this daily appointment of walking with Jesus is going to be big. Life changing. I get the sense that my story is happening right now. That somehow stopping the busy to just walk is going to change my perspective on my stained carpet, cluttered closets, and filthy family car. That seeking the sane above the insane is going to bring clarity and rest and relief.
I’d love for you to join me as I embark on a #walkingwithJesus2017 experience. Not a challenge – but an experience. A way to mix faith and fitness in the way it was probably always meant to be. It’s easy. We are focusing on nearness to God over numbers of miles, minutes, and steps. We aren’t running if running is too much. We are just walking with worship music in our ears. Listening to the words and letting them wash through us. It’s been most helpful for me to walk circles around my block – right outside my door. I don’t have time to go to a gym – and this gets me out and toe to toe with the needs of my city.
His love – drinking it in – deep allows us to walk past what seems to be a dead end. Relationships that seem dead can come to life. Hearts can be healthy again. When we walk and remember and let Truth wash over our hearts. I promise you that getting one more load of laundry done will not compare to what taking a 20 minute walk around your neighborhood with Worship music in your ears will do for your sense of peace. The laundry will still be there when you come back with a renewed sense of WHO and WHOSE you are.
Drink deep, my friends.
I also highly recommend a subscription to Apple Music or some streaming app – the Bethel Music station has been most life-giving to me. But also check out the Revelation Wellness podcasts. They are so unique and so perfectly made for combining the spiritual with the physical fitness.