I walked or ran a total of 13 miles through Richmond yesterday. It was our last day with my son and his wife after delivering our piano to their new home. Since they both had errands or commitments for part of the day, and hubby was also occupied, I had the joy of wandering my new favorite city alone. I love to meander for hours, following the path where the spirit leads me.
In the morning, I ran along the James River, and braved the dangling pedestrian bridge over the river. I remember years ago when my son first moved here, I didn't dare cross that scary bridge. Now I do it with barely a rise in my blood pressure.
As you can see from the photo, it is worth overcoming the fear. The view from that swaying, vibrating bridge is worth every near heart attack I endured to conquer my apprehension. In some ways, it is like the leap of faith when I first entrusted my life to Jesus. It was a complete unknown after a life of agnosticism (at best). I had no idea if I could really trust and submit my soul to a God I barely knew and barely believed in. How could I dare take that first step?? I am so glad I did. The views God has revealed to me can be seen no other way.
The scenery along the James River is spectacular, especially when the sun is just risen, the colors are deep, the shadows long, and the promise of day as yet untarnished.
Then, after church, I wandered to the section of town called Churchhill, which rises far above the river and looks down on a stunning vista.
It is impossible to capture the beauty of this spot in a photograph. I looped the park over and over again, looking out over the beautiful James River and city below me.
We met back up with our son and his wife for a late lunch, and then were back on the road again to return home. My feet were tired, but my soul was refreshed. Another parallel with how one feels on the journey with God!