Walking with You

My desire is to walk with you. It matters very little if I do not find myself in the company of those who compare notes on their achievements, the luster of their gold, the very essence of their being captured in what they have accumulated over time. My desire is to walk with you. I say this to my heart and to my mind which often does not work in tandem with each other. Walking with you is learning from you. Learning from you enables me to be a better me. A better me is a spouse more extraordinaire, a parent more focused on my calling and a neighbor who is simply more understanding and giving. An understanding me is much more tolerant with others who usually irritate me. The more giving part of me is an oasis that others find joy in refreshing themselves when tempest are raging in their lives. I have this desire simply to walk with you. Often so much is made of a self-made individual after they have passed. I honestly do not want to be remembered as someone who was self-made. I want to be known as someone who walked with you, for when I laughed, echoes of your holy laughter could be heard rumbling through me. When I cry, I want your heart to be heard through my tears, your touch to be felt through my embrace and your faithfulness to be experienced through my loyalty. My desire is merely to walk with you. I want to be walking with you, living near you, finding rest in your shade, nourishing on your words, being protected under your gaze and growing in the reprimand of your voice. I feel so in love with you, I live only for you. Do you understand just how much you have changed my life since I’ve started walking with you? My heart beats faster, my life feels more complete, my joy anything but obsolete. I am telling you, I desire to continue walking with you.