After six weeks with Dad, I relinquished him to the grandiose care of my loving and very capable sister Kari. There is nothing more perfectly designed than two sisters who can orchestrate time and therapy with their earthly father.
In addition, Dad was released from Home Health Care. No more Nurses, Doctors, Physical Therapist or Occupational Therapists checking in at home. Exactly four months ago, Dad underwent open heart surgery, including a new pacemaker defibrillator implant. After a few setbacks and scary situations, he has made it up and over the big hump and now, off to Cardiac Rehab! This is a huge deal. He uses Treadmills, Bicycles and Stair-steppers three times a week. It makes me a bit nervous but this is all monitored by professionals. In addition, Dad walks three laps around his neighborhood park. Our Lord is one mighty healer!
Returning home was a wonderful celebration and reminder that I am missed. When I arrived, my husband George had decorated the walkway with hearts and flags ushering me to our front door. It made me feel so loved and appreciated. Even Zoey our four-legged dog was grinning from ear to ear! Sometimes the most simple things are the truly the best!
These past months were ordained by my sweet Lord and Savior. From the moment I left home, my path was paved. I had all intentions of hiking the Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine. There was never a time that I felt as if I had enough, was too tired to continue, well I was exhausted most everyday, or weather could stop me from forward motion. The time I spent on the trail is etched into my mind. The friends I made along the way, the beauty of the east coast and the Appalachian Mountains, the rain, heat and thunderstorms were all reminders that I was so blessed to experience such a place in space.
I have been asked when I will return? I would love to say I am going back this year so that I can complete this as a Thru-Hike. A Thru-Hike is one that is completed in one calendar year. However, that is not an option for me or my family. God willing, I will have an opportunity to continue my steps on one of the world’s oldest and longest footpaths, in the not-so-distant future.
So now I am going to stay put. It is one of the hardest things this wanderer must do. There are homebody’s who enjoy the confines of their warm and cozy surroundings. The joy of flush toilets, running water, bug free environments and controlled temperatures. But I, on the other hand, could keep walking with the minimal amount of worldly possessions on my back. My family, however, are not supportive of endless wandering and I truly am grateful for this. Balance is a virtue that needs to be first and forefront.
And anyhow, why would one want to spend months on end walking miles, day after day? I believe that the Lord desires us to seek him, and walking for God is one way to do this. He also understands my chemistry, what makes me tick, and how much I love His grand creation. He knows the thrill I have when I meet someone new, connect with and share all of God’s glory with them. And then there’s something special that draws me closer whenever we wander in the wilderness together. Just me and Jesus.
So I will wait patiently until he calls me back. Back to a place where the wind blows on my face, when the rain showers the dirt off my filthy body and where I feel free to walk my cares away. Until then, I will chase after the Lord right where I am. Home in Granite Bay, which honestly, is a great place to be!