Why Walk?
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I watched a gull today as he waddled before me, clumsily walking the water’s edge. His footprints were splayed into the sand, triangular shapes laid before me. I wondered why he walked instead of flying; why would one born to soar aloft choose instead the difficult and awkward task of walking? Then I began to wonder about myself. Why do I sometimes choose to live a life apart from God, even for brief moments when I could choose instead to be close to him? Why do I refuse to forgive myself when God has already forgiven me? Why do I reject God’s love when it is so freely given? Forgive me, Father, when I choose to walk clumsily on my own rather than soar by your side. Amen.Related Post
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