I have walked down this road at least a thousand times or more over the past 23 years. I have often gotten tired of it's familiar, expected sights and sounds many times. I then skip this road for a few weeks or so, as I dread the boredom of retracing the same path again and again. I will want a new path. I want new sights to see.
However, there is a comforting, restful feeling I get when walking down this road. I know where I am. I am almost home. I know what there is to expect. I can walk this road, day or night, and I am pretty sure I am safe. I think I could call for help and I would be helped. I wouldn't be lost. On this road I could be found. It is shady in the summer heat. It is protected from cold winter winds. The heavy branches over the sidewalk keep me dry when it is raining. These are nice things I know I can count on when I head down this road.
It is a road I pray on while I walk alone or with my dog. I have cried, sworn, and fretted here many, many times. I have had great dreams here. My step has hurried home with good news to share with family that I love, to the next part of my day to continue, and to someone to hug me back.
I have walked hand in hand with my boys, when they were still small. I have spent countless hours pushing one in the stroller, while packing the other one on my chest and our dog on a leash on the other hand. Many sweet outings with my sons. We have all walked down this road. This is a special place.
I lost someone near this road. I wished, after that horrible moment, that I had never come to the place near here. I deeply regretted and lamented all the pain I could have spared my family and myself had I not come here. I wept sorrow and heartache. Even though this old road was silent, this great loss was loud and true. It was the most bitter part of my wanderings through this life. Part of the road I wished never existed. But also the best parts of my life, I would never want to have missed.
Today, I am headed out on a new road to run. I will let this tender road rest from me today. Maybe tonight, when the town is slow and quiet, I will make my way down this road, and thank God. He met me here. I will thank God for never leaving me here, and thank him for the good which came out of this road for me.
Jesus, keep walking with me down this road. I can't bear it, so please, will you also take this heavy load?
Jesus said to me, "Come unto me, you who labor, and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and you shall find rest for you soul". Matthew 11.
He also said to me, "...and be content with such things as you have: for I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee". Hebrews 13:5