A few days away in Aberfeldy, with most of the family. The fourteen
of us headed off for a hike to see the waterfall at the Birks of Aberfeldy. It wasn’t
that long a walk, but it did involve a steeper climb than Don and I usually do
these days.
Eliott and Callan are into rocks and stones, noticing their
shapes, their colours, and particularly the glints of minerals that convince
them of their value. Before long, Eliott (8) picked up a heavy cube of stone. He
could not be persuaded to put it down; he could not persuade anyone else to
carry it for him, so with grit and determination he carried it all the way up,
and all the way down, to take home later. He was sure of its value.
What am I carrying today which glitters like Fool’s Gold,
distracting me and slowing me down in my spiritual quest to live for Jesus
only? Like Eliott, I have trouble discerning values, and don’t always listen to
other people’s advice.
Lord, on this beautiful spring morning, please help me to
abandon the burdens which are not mine to bear. I want to run my race with joy,
not with grumbling. Thank you for the cross, where I can lay my sins and
burdens down. And thank you for you loving invitation to be yoked with you, so
that those burdens which are mine to bear are lightened through the sharing of
the load with you.
As the finishing line comes ever nearer, I want to be
running my best race for Jesus, radiating his love and grace, mercy and
forgiveness, into the dark chaos of the world today.
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