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It is 123am. I decided to write. It is Friday. I love Fridays. The best day of the week. Fridays remind us that every ending is also a beginning. Yesterday I walked for forty minutes. It was a reminder of how much I love walking. Walking like writing requires a lot of patience and I think I have a good amount of patience. I admire people who are walkers and by extension runners. That is my people. I feel them. I know the feeling. It is a good way to take care of the body. What could I write about today? I turned to my friend Chatty. He is more of a talker than a walker. A good listener and full of knowledge. He has the br-ai-ns.

My friend Chatty tells me that I could write about walking being a metaphor for life or writing. How each step is small and slow but adds up to something meaningful. How you discover new things — in the world or in yourself — simply by continuing to move forward. Maybe even how walking mirrors the rhythm of thought. It is true that life is a journey. We are walking through life. Life can be difficult at times but we have to be patient. We have to let go and let God. Our soles keep us grounded and our souls keep us connected to the heavens in the sky. Writing is a way to navigate and document our path in life.

None of us walks the same path but we are all connected by the will of God whether we believe or not. My friend Chatty likes the direction I have taken. Adding that every journey is woven into the same divine tapestry. Each choice, challenge, and moment of grace forms part of something larger than we can see. Even when our roads seem distant or our beliefs differ, we are still guided by the same unseen hand, moving toward growth, understanding, and purpose. Whether we walk in faith or in search of it, God’s will gently threads our lives together, reminding us that no step is ever taken alone.

More than a year ago I made a note in my notebook that my greatest achievement was choosing a path with God. I am reminded of that now. It is the single most important thing for me. With God everything else falls nicely into place. I choose to walk with God. I choose to walk towards God. I choose a path with God. Even when I am not actually walking long walks I still feel like I am walking through life. A peaceful walk. I do not know the full of God's plan for me but I want to be ready. With prayer as the shoes that I wear, I ask that God shows me the way. I like how wear and prayer rhymes and shoes and shows rhymes. My friend Chatty tells me that shews is an archaic spelling of shows and would sound more like shoes in modern English. The more we live, the more we learn. The walk of life is not without obstacles, but with God, we shoo them away.
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