Wandering

I love to go for walks, wandering along paths that show me the world that God has created, what man has created with the knowledge that God imparts on us.

Sometime my wandering is along the paths that were made here in this area by the canal for the freighters that go up and down delivering goods. Then it makes me wonder where all that stuff is going? To what countries, what people will be there, what people are on the freighters working, where are they from?

Sometimes the wandering takes me along the Niagara River, the largest in this area. I see that water rushing by so fast, and all I can think of is the power that it has, and the God that made it.

Sometime the wandering is in forested areas where you cannot see anything manmade, just nature at its finest. In these areas it is easy to get lost, to lose the path that leads back to home.

In my life with God, I wander too. I go walking with Him and His word, and always get home. But some days, life seems to get in the way. I start thinking about other things; what I am doing that day, and that leads to where I am going, to what I will be doing, to what I am cooking for meals, to looking up recipes, to reading that interesting article on social media, to playing a game online, (just one hand of solitaire, lol). You get the picture. Things go from one thing to another, and before you know it, you have spent the entire time in other places, (in my mind, lol).

Now don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong in relaxing with a card game, a show on tv, reading a book, but don’t let those things get in the way of your time with God. I have done that, and then wondered what is going on, why do I feel lost and alone. Like the prodigal son, who took his inheritance and left home, spent it all and then ended up living with the pigs! He finally went home, and all he wanted was a place to lay his head, he would work for his father. But his father ran to meet him, and threw him a party! He had missed his son. Did he spend nights crying and praying for him?

Does God, my father, miss me? Does he look for me and wait for me? I think he does, and I think each time when I return, it makes Him happy. He welcomes me with open arms, and holds me close.

He also knows I will do this again, travel down a path that takes me away from Him, but He also knows that I will always return. He is my Father, there is my home. No matter how many times I leave, no matter how long I stay away, no matter how long between talking, He is still there. He still loves me, and loves all His children, no matter what we do, we are still His.