You're the hiker......I was volunteering at the Marble Charter School yesterday when a local gentleman came in. I reintroduced myself to him and he said, "Oh, you're the hiker." That sort of surprised me that he knew me as the hiker. We have really only met a couple of times. I responded after a minute of pause that I was more of a wanderer....
So today I took Starbuck on a short wandering walk in the Old Mill Park
which was the site of the mill that carved the marble from our quarry
and shipped it out by train in the early 1900s. We went there to avoid
the mud from all the melting snow. We were on a hard-packed trail that I
knew exactly where it led. I discovered another trail that led toward
the river and we, being wanderers, decided to take it. After all, there
was no chance of getting lost. The problem was that the snow-packed
Not wanting to backtrack, I saw that the trail
back to the main mill site was just up a small hill and all we had to do
was get past a little "unpacked snow." I looked at Starbuck and
thought, how deep could it be? So off we went. Oh well, it was a little
deeper than I expected. We were postholing (a term I have learned since
moving here) up to my knees. So the little trek was slightly more
involved for the both of us than I meant it to be. Not only were we knee
deep in snow but underneath were baby trees and fallen buried logs.
Once I fell in the soft snow and sank to my elbows. Now try getting up
with all your shoes and mittens still in place. I started laughing and
Starbuck looked at me as if I had lost my mind and had dragged her where
she did not want to be!
The adventure was relatively short and I consoled myself by thinking
that I would not need to get on the treadmill because my heart rate had
been significantly raised with the new sport of postholing! However,
once I was on the road with a much relieved Starbuck, I thought about our
little wandering. How many times had God provided the nice snow-packed
trail to lead me home only for me to wander off on some other trail just
because it was shorter in distance and I did not want to backtrack? I
pray that I will seek His path. But it was a comfort to know that I
learned a little lesson about errant paths and that God often sees us
through those choices as well.
"Trust in the Lord with all your
heart and lean not on your own understanding but acknowledge Him in all
your ways and He will make straight your path..." the writer of Proverbs