So I have continually been forcing myself to pack the girls and Jasmine up and go for a three mile walk, everyday that the weather is good. Once I'm walking, I'm so happy that I got out; but the actual getting out the door is always a dreaded task. The more regular I've gotten on my walks, for more people seem to recognize me. The other day a man on his bike said, "You're out again? keep it up!" Its amazing how encouraging and complete stranger can be! One of the most common comments I get while walking is, "my, you've got your hands full!". My response to this has become, "Yes, and I'm loving every moment of it!". I have to admit, there are times when I am not particularly fond of the 'moment'. Like in the midst of Esther's numerous tantrums, or trying to feed Bethany her medication for her ear infection... But I know that it's only a matter of time that I will love those moments. When they are just memories, and I can laugh about the crazy things Esther would throw a tantrum over, or how funny Bethany's faces were when she tasted the medication. I will love every moment of it, and I will keep saying it to remind myself.
I have a goal to smile, wave, say hi... something to every person I walk by. Who knows, maybe I can change someones life. So many people I walk by, have such little hope. many of them are homeless. They look at their feet with an emptiness, and a sag in their shoulders as if the world sat on them. As I draw near, they glance up. They catch a glimpse of my girls, and suddenly a smile sneaks across their faces. I light sparks in their eyes, they have for one moment, forgotten their pain and heartache. For that moment, I will walk as often as I can. Who would have imagined that something as small as a stroll in the park, would be used as such a ministry for God?
