We have walked a long way to get here.
You can trace our footsteps back a way…
They go through some beautiful places
and some not quite so pretty.
We’ve stood on top of some mountains,
found ourselves knee deep in clear, flowing streams,
And, from time to time,
we’ve been caught deeper in some much murkier stuff.
In every place we’ve trod
we’ve left a mark.
And every step we’ve taken
has left its mark on us.
Our hands have worked hard to bring us here.
They’ve held hammers and screwdrivers
as we’ve built a world around us,
Crying, burping babies as we’ve welcomed new ones in
Pots, pans and spatulas as we’ve provided for our loved ones
Tools of a different kind as we’ve torn things down.
On everything we’ve held
we’ve left a tiny mark
And everything we’ve held
has left a mark on us.
We journey in search of the one
who walked many roads
Who held many tools
Who called us to follow, to build and to love.
And as we search,
there’s a chance we might feel
that our feet have become too dirty,
our hands too scarred.
We might feel
That the roads we have travelled (and those we see ahead)
The things our hands have done (and those we see them having to do)
have left us too marked,
to follow a King into his kingdom.
But take courage…
and be met by the one who sees all that you are
and loves you.
Be found again
by the one who knows each success you have celebrated,
each failure you have grieved
and chooses you.
Be drawn into life
by the one who has walked beside your every moment,
and who walks before you even now.
In your journey,
be found by your Lord.