This is Day 17. You may read the collective here.
Today, is a new day…and we’re simply Walking.
To wake up and walk.
Oh the joy in the new mercy steps to life.
To take a step away from old and into the hope-filled new.
From the past to the promise-filled present.
Like brick-layers we lay a step, lay- place a foot on the path,
Seal it with the concrete Promise of The Cross
And Prayer. Always.
Fill the holes and cracks, the porous with portions of faith.
Make it steady, make it firm, solid
Soil rich, with Hope
And walking out not alone but with.
With the weary fellow pilgrims.
With the broken, hurting co-laborers.
Alongside a community of sojourners.
Covering in grace, clothing a weary walker in a word.
Bracing her up with the walking stick of prayer,
Carved in words, as wooden vessels of encouragement.
Walk alongside you weary walkers,
Step in tandem with the others.
Bear up the burden of the fellow traveller.
And carry her when she cannot take another step
As the hands and feet of the Water Walker,
Be the hands, the feet of Him. The Christ.
Walk beside, walk behind,
Walk in love, throw out the seeds of hope to find your way along the trail.
From this to that, and here to there
The One Who Walked On Water has walked it all before.
So Brave and Steady you may tread, along the Walking Path of Life.
So Brave and Fear-less you now may run,
Down the road to Truly, Freely Living.
The one that’s mark for You.