There is a 2 1/2 mile limestone gravel trail across the street from our new house. I’ve spent a lot of time on that trail this summer. You see, when we first moved in, I was hurting. There were personal and professional wounds to heal. Many days I took it to the trail.
Sometimes I ran the whole way without stopping, music blaring in my ears, leaving all my anger and hurt behind me with each step.
Sometimes I tried to run the whole way but couldn’t. I would walk for a bit, catch my breath, and give myself a little grace.
Sometimes I jogged, but stopped at the crest of the hill to wipe my tears. Like I said, there were wounds to heal.
Sometimes I walked and talked to my mom. Sometimes I walked and talked to God. One time He answered.
Anyway, I spent a lot of time on that trail this summer. That trail holds all my secrets.
Last night, on the eve of starting a new school year as a classroom teacher after nine years in another role, I took it to the trail one last time. I ran the whole thing, no music, just the sound of my feet hitting the gravel. I thought and I prayed and I ran.
And I felt happy.