Saturday, March 20, 2010
When our youngest daughter, Kate, came home from her first day of kindergarten, she announced that she had made a new friend, Hannah. Over the next few weeks and months, our son, Josh and Hannah's brother, Josh, became good friends, as did the mothers and dads. We lived in the country and the lived in the city, but the father and sometimes the mother would come out to our house and we would walk together. A house down the road from us came on the market and our friends bought it and lived there for seventeen years, until they moved out of town.
During those seventeen years, we walked and walked and walked....... We did other things too, we ran, we road our bikes, we back packed, we hiked and we even did some "Adventure Racing", and of coarse all of the training that went along with that. But mostly we walked. Sometimes, just three or four miles, often five or six, but our favorite was on Sunday morning at 5:00 we would walk eight and a quarter miles before going to church. After their move I have continued to walk, run, bike and hike, but the routes and trails are lonely.
Last week our friends were back in town to visit. Their daughter still lives here with her family, but before they had gotten here, my friend called me on Saturday morning to see if I could walk on Sunday morning before church. Of coarse I could, so a little before 5:00 he came out and we got our walk in. He wanted to see a little more of the old stomping grounds, so we walked nine miles in just under two hours and got some good catching up done as well. It was a truly blessed time.
They are moving again in September, but this time to Peru, so it doesn't appear that we are going to have many more opportunities to get our walks in, but I'll always be ready whenever they come back home.