Your Feet Know The Way
This week I've been traveling some old paths as I have been driving all over the city of Chicago. Essentially, four years of my life were spent here when I was going to seminary and serving as a youth director in Evanston, just north of the city. It's funny, but it doesn't take you long to remember those old paths when you return to a place you knew so well. Without even noticing it, I began driving without my GPS yesterday as I went from one place to the other. I just kind of knew where to go. I also began remembering little things from the past. A vivid memory of a walk in the park with my oldest son rushed back to me. I saw the neighborhood where we took our kids trick-or-treating on a bitterly cold Halloween. The park where my middle son crawled on a blanket when he was not yet a year old. Those memories, and the places where they were made are all a part of me, but I am different than I was then. I've changed and grow...