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:
Sometimes you don’t realize that you are leaving tracks, do you? I’ve found that it is the times that I am enjoying myself the most, walking around, looking at the scenery, smiling in the sun, is when I seem to be leaving the most tracks.
Sounds like that happens to you too.
Very true! We leave tracks when and where we least expect it. Mostly it seems to happen the most when we are being true to ourselves and our calling. :2c: