A Different Path

Over the past few weeks I’ve been thinking about a 60 mile walk I once took. I took the walk 10 years ago this year. It was part of the Avon Breast Cancer 3 Day event I participated in where you walk 20 miles, then camp, then walk 2o more miles, then camp again, then walk 20 miles more. I walked from Frederick, MD to Washington DC.

Over the past month, several of my friends on Facebook have changed their status updates in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Every time I saw a pink ribbon on a profile, it would make me think about this walk again. I decided to do this three day charity walk in honor of my mom who had lost her battle with breast cancer nine year earlier. I had never done anything like this before in memory of her. For some reason, when I heard about this walk, I wanted to do it. The choice to participate was exciting and scary all at the same time.

After my mom’s death, I was angry with God. I never actually told Him that I was angry with Him, but I was. My mom had an incredible faith and I had learned from my years growing up in church how to tell myself all the right things after her death. I told myself all the things that I thought a good Christian would tell themselves. God has plan. The separation is only temporary. I would see her again in heaven. But beneath all these nice answers was a young girl aching and questioning. How could you let this happen God? I needed her!

I walked away from God. It was somewhat of an unconscious decision. But my choices for the next several years were proof enough that I was walking, if not running, away from Him. I spent most of my 20’s walking down the wrong path.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but I do now, the 60 mile walk I decided take ten years ago was the beginning of my walk and my journey back to God. I had quite a bit of time to think on that walk. By the end of day three, 60 miles later, I had learned some things. Changing direction in life, and choosing a different path, is often scary but sometimes very necessary. If I could walk 60 miles down a different path, maybe I could make it little further.

It turns out, God was just around the corner… waiting for me.

I am so thankful that I made the choice to walk back to Him!

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