They say that walking is the best exercise, and for myself, I agree one-hundred percent. This weekend was too nice to stay indoors, so my parents and I ventured to a new state park on Saturday for some walking of trails. The first trail seemed very nice; when I think of parks, this is what I always have in mind: paved trails, trees that provide shade and the occasional bridge walkways where thick underbrush or tricking streams are underneath your feet. This one had it all and the destination of the first trail was a waterfall. No sign mentioned sand (like a beach.) We near towards the area where the falls is located and I mention that the area looked much like Mesa Verde, minus the ancient cliff-dwelling houses. Then I get my walker stuck in the sand.
There was a set of stairs (far off behind the rock in the picture) and realizing walking in the sand is worse than grass, I told Mom and Dad that I would take a rest while they saw the falls. It was an enjoyable sit…and I was able to walk part of another trail that night too.
I probably should have taken a nap on Sunday, even though I did “rest” by simply sitting and reading, but I am not sure if that would have fully helped yesterday anyway. Scheduled for a fun day at Melissa’s, we started with a delicious brunch: gluten-free waffles, fruit, bacon and David made scrambled eggs with green peppers and onions (yum.) Eating and chatting outside on the back patio–and not drinking as much as I should have–I think my dehydration may have started then.
Columbus is filled with many pretty parks. We chose Whetstone Park, because they have a Park of Roses in the midst of it all. Maybe we were trying to make a loop, but we seemed to start randomly just by parking and cutting across the grass to the paved trail. Grass entirely wears me out, so by the time we get to the cement, my legs are already saying that they’ve had enough. Basho was with us and seeing him thoroughly enjoying himself–running everywhere, barking at the bigger dogs, never begging to be picked up or have a ride in my walker–gave me humor and something to enjoy besides thoughts of my slow walking.
Once we reached the entrance to the Park of Roses, I was in my slowest state of walking. In every step, my mind kept saying that it didn’t want to take another, but then my feet would…like an automatic response to the word walk. We passed by the herb garden and I saw the perennials from a distance. I had greater expectations for this section, especially the roses; we were a few weeks early for full-bloom, but there were a few rose bushes in bloom and you could see the start of the rose section blooming as well.
I didn’t venture far off the path, but as I am struggling to get to a bench to sit (that’s me in the left hand corner of the picture) and take a drink of over-needed water, I thought of Jesus. It just came to mind–all I saw was bloodied, dirt-stained, sandal feet moving forward one step at a time. Jesus wasn’t pushing a walker on a paved or grassy path; beaten beyond recognition, he was carrying the heavy wooden beam of his cross and walking up a hill (which I imagine was just a rocky, dirt path.)
He walked each step bearing the weight of my sin, my physical suffering. He walked each step in Love, with a promise to never leave or forsake me if I placed my trust in Him alone.
He walks with me to the end, until life forever in His presence.
***All pictures taken by Bonnie Pinkerton***
4 responses to “The Garden of Roses”
This is a beautiful blog. All creatures and creation certainly have the capacity to inspire our praises to their Maker. I am so thankful for your focus on Jesus and His mission of love. Glad you were able to enjoy the great outdoors 🙂
This past weekend was a wonderful time to be outdoors. Loved the pictures of the roses and especially your thoughts of Jesus and what he went through carrying our sins the whole way. I’m so happy that you pushed through the walks and finally remembered to drink more water 🙂 I get so in grossed with what I am doing that I forget to drink water too….bad chose. A friend of mine bought a pair of walking sticks for me to use while walking. Today will be the first day of trying them. I’m anxious for the stability they will give me as well as exercise for my arms. You are in my thoughts so often. Love you Melinda!
I used to use walking sticks. I actually got them in CO for hiking and used them when I went to Greece. I called them my ‘rod and staff.” 🙂 I too find that even now with the walker, sometimes my arms/upper shoulders get more of a workout than my legs. haha. I hope your stocks help you-they are great for balance too, plus just endurance to keep going. (maybe that is why my arms get more tired as they push harder when my feet don’t want to move.) 🙂 Take care dear friend!
“Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus”… wish I could have been there to go walking in the rose gardens with you. They look so pretty:) XOXO, Megs