There are three types of tracks in the photo.  Can you identify them?

The weather front passed, and my hand and wrist are doing better.  Nevertheless, I still have to limit the time I put in here at the computer.  So this will be brief.

Saturday evening, we enjoyed ourselves at a gathering at the home of and organized by friends of Sylvia.  The couple had been on the mission trip to Honduras.  We sat outdoors around a bonfire and enjoyed a lot of talk and a pot-luck supper.  One of the attendees was a teen in a Bible study that I lead over 30 years ago.  He still remembered the study and still has the notes.  (I have them too.)

My friend went on to a Master’s degree in Christian ministry and was a pastor for several years.  These days, he teaches in a local school, but is ready to return to a pastoral ministry now that he and his wife have become empty-nesters.

He is the second member of that group that has told me how much it meant to them.  At the time I wasn’t all that encouraged.  It seemed that not much was happening.  At least it seemed that way to me.

Now I understand that on my journey I left tracks.  Tracks across the path of others.  Even as others have left their tracks across my path.

Where are you leaving your tracks? :think: