The steps that remain 

It used to take us twenty minutes to complete our morning walk. The huskies pulled so hard I could barely keep up.

Now, we walk at a very different pace. 

Mya has turned thirteen and our walks take twice as long.  

Maverick has noticed the change too. He often stops, looking back at us to see if we are okay.

Maverick in the lead, me in the middle, Mya lagging behind. Various times on our walks, I will stop and wait for Mya to catch up. Other times, I walk back to her and match her stride..

This new rhythm we’ve settled into makes my heart sad.

Yesterday, I noticed our shadow. 

I realized something beautiful has happened in these slower strolls…I’m more…appreciative…and grateful.

Maverick has also found beauty in the slowing too.

Mya has an ordained number of steps. But don’t we all?

I wondered, 

What if I leisurely walked a slow and steady pace with God…every day? 

What would that look like?

Would I appreciate Him more?

I held those thoughts as we meandered toward home.

As we walked down the driveway to our front porch, I vowed not to jump to a sad ending or to manufacture an ending to Mya’s story. She’s still healthy, simply slowing. Instead, I will cherish each day…each moment…one slow step at a time.  

I’m glad I’m noticing…the steps that remain.

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12 NIV