My love for walking began in college at Georgia Tech around the 3.14-mile path through campus. Yes, that would be the Pi Mile. (Pushes glasses back up her nose.) I walked and talked for hundreds of miles with best friends over the course of those four years, and my life has never been the same.
Walking is where real life happens for me. Jesus slowly makes His way from my head down to my heart through plodding steps on pavement. Whether I'm with real life friends or podcasters or pastors, this is where life transformation processes and multiplies.
Now that I'm a mom, walking, both physically and spiritually, is more important than ever for my health and wellness. Rarely a dry day goes by that you won't see me out with our souped up jogger, either walking with a friend, catching up with someone long-distance, or binging on podcasts.
My soul needs community that's on the move just as much as my body does.
But there's more to it than that. Because as followers of Jesus, we have been commissioned to carefully consider just how it is we're walking through this life.
And this life, as it were, is flying by. I'll be 30 this year, and the weight of a life so long spent is rightly heavy. Time becomes an enemy, slipping by unnoticed during the sweet moments and lingering long during the soul-breaking seasons.
But Paul addresses how we walk when he addresses this slippery, sickly quality of time. In Ephesians 5 he writes, "Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil."
There's a direct correlation between how quickly time passes and how we ought to spend our lives. There is a responsibility on us to precisely assess and plan for how we will spend the time we have until death. And sure, we probably always knew we were supposed to be wise.
But that word, wise?
It means skilled, expert, cultivated, learned, forming the best plans and using the best means for their execution.
How often has anyone described such a wise "stay-at-home-mom?" The passivity of the word stay just seems to swallow the punch of what wisdom ought to surely look like.
Why is it that stay is the best word we've got for the full-time work of a woman raising children and making home?
Friend, we have been called to more than staying home. We have been called to walk and to do so with ultimate wisdom, with expertise and an eye for cultivating life. It's not a call to perfection or comparison or shameful failure, but it's a call far bigger than either of us can pursue alone.
And this is where I want to meet you. I want to be your community on the move, the friend who calls out the fullness of your God-given soul.
I want us to regularly and carefully consider how we walk
so that we might both become more like Jesus, and in so doing,
more like the women He made us to be.
Will you walk with me?
Please make yourself at home here in this new space. I have no expectations of you, just a fervent prayer that you would find your soul more fully alive when you click away than you were when you got here.
(And if you're wondering where all the old content went? You'll be able to find 2008-2016 on the Archive page...soon.)