2019 Word for the Year - "Walking"

 

“Do justice,
love kindness,
walk humbly with your God.”
Show me your ways, oh Lord.

This is my daily, sometimes constant prayer. Doing justice, loving kindness - these are fairly easy to understand, if not always east to put into action. Walking humbly with God - this one I have struggled with.  What does it mean?  How to put it into action?

Last year, while weaving a set of prayer shawls, I had a realization, an epiphany, if you will (it’s coming on to that time of year).  Walking humbly with God - for me anyway - means to walk the path put in front of me.  Not to seek challenge, or greatness, and certainly not glory.  Just to put one foot in front of the other.  


Sometimes walking leads to beautiful places…

Sometimes to scary places…

West Rim Trail, below Angels Landing, Zion National Park, Utah  www.flickr.com/photos/henrikj/ (CC BY-NC 2.0)

West Rim Trail, below Angels Landing, Zion National Park, Utah 
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To places filled with 700,000 new friends….

Women's March, January 2017, Los Angeles California

To places that are lonely or sad…

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At each step, looking left and right for opportunities to be just and kind.  

And if I get a few more steps on my FitBit, that’s good too.

Esther Benedict
I always knew I would weave. From the time I got my first potholder loom as a child I was enchanted with taking thread and making it into cloth. It took another twenty years, though before I finally got myself a real, grown-up loom, and another twenty years after that for me to decide to make weaving part of my livelihood. I enjoy most fiber arts, including spinning, dyeing, sewing and embroidery, as well as weaving. I haven't give up my day job - I'm still a law firm administrator, as I have been for about thirty years. I like working for lawyers - they're smart, demanding people who keep me on my toes. I keep them organized. I live in Oxnard, California with my husband Bruce, a dachshund named Rosie and a Siamese cat called Bijou.
www.belle-estoile.com
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