I was able to do almost 17 miles today in Sycamore Canyon, and I actually felt good. OK, the feet were a little sore, but not too much.
I was struck by how lovely our own home is. The oak trees on the valley floors are amazing and tough. They survived the Camarillo Springs fire, but seemed a bit barren till all the right conditions came with the rains this last year, and how beautifully they’ve leafed out and grown. Even the poison oak was beautiful.
That’s part of why I walk these pilgrimages. I know that the open space, the loveliness of the countryside, and the intrigue of being in different places for the first time all conspire to provide the right conditions for me “leaf out and grow” too.
I can hardly wait to see what God has in store, and to learn what He would have me learn.
