By Stephen W. Hiemstra
I give thanks for the walks that we have shared through summer days of my youth: the forest trails that we journeyed together; the mountain peaks that you showed me; the sandy beaches that went on and on. You held my hand, but let me lead and comforted me throughout—I worried only about the getting too much sun or avoiding the rain or just how best to have fun—thank you. As the years went by, you never left me—thank you. Teach me now how to take walks again in the autumn of my days: to travel paths yet untraveled with young hands eager for the journey; to offer peace and security and comfort and hospitality at odds with my nature but not with yours.
Be ever near through the power of your Holy Spirit and in Jesus’ name, Amen.
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