Ripples Of Connection

As I went on my “not as regular as I would like” prayer walk today. It was your typical overcast December day in Michigan, except warmer. Yesterday the skies opened up and dumped like an inch and a half of rain on us so my walk was a bit muddy. I don’t like wet socks much and my right foot was dripping from the hole in my boot.

I live surrounded by woods, which I love. Maple, white birch and oaks rise to the grey skies. Through these woods, before you get any romantic ideas, runs a dual set of railroad tracks about 150 yards south from my bedroom window, that connect Canada to Chicago. Yes, that would make them busy, about 15-20 trains a day. You get used to it, I suppose. If that weren’t enough distraction, at the north end of my “three tenths of a mile road” is a main interstate that flows into Canada with many trucks banging away at the pavement and the few ears that live around me. I am not complaining in the least, there are many, many worse places to occupy.

There are seven homes on my road. Homes with real people, neighbors, families, that, during my walk, I try to remember to pray for. One lady is fighting cancer, another is a widow, a single mom, some are close friends with two teenage kids, others I just barely know their names.

Today, as I walk through this life, (most of the time life runs by me and I’m just trying to catch up) my eyes gather tears - thanking my Savior, friend, King of the Universe companion for a few moments of connection with Him and them. Looking out over a 30 acre lake, as the wind gently ripples the surface of the waters, I also am moved. Thanks.