I looked at the clock Sunday morning and said nothing. It looked back and said 6:19.
“Am I opening the worship service today,” I wondered. “If so, I better have something ready just in case. What do you have for me today Lord?” I asked.
I thought about Friday. And I smiled.
As the result of a seizure in December, I won’t be able to drive again until June. While I’ve been grounded, I’ve learned to appreciate how the simple things I used to call “errands” have become “chores.”
Instead of returning to my home in DuBois on the ATA bus that picked me up at work Friday, I was dropped off at my bank. Its lobby has reopened and I had some business to conduct. The bank is near the intersection of Shaffer Road and Maple Avenue. I live across town, near Tannery Dam. But it was a nice day for a 2 1/2-mile walk.
About halfway home as I tried out the new sidewalk along Beaver Drive, my calves started to ache. About three-quarters of the way home, I reached the end of Liberty Boulevard and faced a decision. I could take “the long way” home which would be easier but take a little more time. Or I could scale the steps up to East DuBois Avenue. That would be shorter, but tougher.
“I’ll take short and tough today,” I mused.
When I reached the top of the steps, rather than catching my breath, I decided to kepp going.
I thought about stopping a couple more times, but I didn’t. “Just a little farther,” I kept telling myself. By the time I got to the middle of the 300 block of North Fourth Street, I was winded, but it was all downhill from there. Five minutes later, I was home. I’m glad I kept going. I needed to feel that feeling again.
Other than revealing that I’m not a prime physical specimen, several factors made the journey easy: a.) I knew where I was starting from, b.) I knew where I was going and c.) I knew the route that would get me there.
As often as not, it doesn’t work that way in life, whose greatest certainty is its uncertainty. Sometimes we veer off course all by ourselves. Other times, external forces force us to detour despite our best laid plans.
Just before my alarm rang at 7 o’clock that Sunday morning, a song I heard not long ago reminded me that there is only one place we can put our trust as we make our way through life.
Each step I take my Saviour goes before me,
And with His loving hand He leads the way,
And with each breath I whisper “I adore Thee;”
Oh, what joy to walk with Him each day.
At times I feel my faith begin to waver,
When up ahead I see a chasm wide.
It’s then I turn and look up to my Saviour,
I am strong when He is by my side.
I trust in God, no matter come what may,
For life eternal is in His hand,
He holds the key that opens up the way,
That will lead me to the promised land.
Each step I take I know that He will guide me;
To higher ground He ever leads me on.
Until some day the last step will be taken.
Each step I take just leads me closer home.