I (Aimee) did it. I put my dogs' leashes on them and the three of us stepped outside and went for a walk around our neighborhood. Taking a walk isn't anything new, of course. What was new was that I made it a prayer walk.
Sadly, I don't know most of my neighbors names, only a few. So, I walked along and my conversation with God went something like this:
Lord, I don’t know these people and I don’t know what they may be struggling with right now. I don’t know if they know you or have a relationship with you. But I know that you know them. And I know that you love them…
I asked that He would reveal Himself in the lives of my neighbors. I asked that He would give me opportunities to share Him with my neighbors. I asked for His blessings on our neighborhood as a whole, and that people would recognize that those blessings were from Him.
I heard dogs barking as we approached. I prayed for the dog owners in my neighborhood; that they would be good stewards of the lives that have been entrusted to them. I prayer for my own dogs and other pets at home and asked for God’s wisdom in caring for them.
I saw a bumper sticker for a union. I have no idea what union it is, but I prayed for that union, its leaders and its members. I prayed that God would be with them and bless them and reveal His desires for their work.
Whatever I saw or heard, whatever I thought of as I walked, I allowed it to lead me into prayer. And it was great! It felt wonderful! And it took my mind off of the time passing and before I knew it we had walked for half an hour.
It’s my plan to prayer walk at least once a week. Sometimes I walk with friends. But when I’m alone or with the dogs, I’m going to have my conversation with Jesus.
Have you prayer walked yet?
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When they were finished and Bernie was resting, Thomas decided that it was safe to move away and check out their surroundings. He stepped out of the broken hull of what used to be their ship, being careful to stay within earshot in case Bernie should call for him. He didn’t recognize their surroundings. The sun was low on the horizon. He could see its beams peeking out almost playfully between tree trunks, branches, and leaves. He felt guilty for a moment for daring to think that anything could have enough joy to be playful at this moment or that he, himself, had dared to think the view beautiful. He didn’t feel like anyone or anything had a right to enjoy life when his friends would never enjoy life again. He shook the feeling off, reminding himself that Bernie needed him to stay calm and focused, and returned to surveying the area.
They were in the middle of a forest. Broken trees, flattened bushes and other smashed plants of various types showed the path that the ship had taken on its way to its final resting place: embedded into the side of a giant tree. The path was not long—perhaps fifty meters or so—but damage to both land and ship was significant. The aerodynamic, four-meter nose of the ship was now compacted down to less than a quarter of its original length. The front compartment had compacted some as well. He could see the wrinkles and cracks in the hull that had been created on impact. If Thomas hadn’t already known that he was lucky to make it through the crash with so few injuries, there would have been no denying it after seeing the crash site. His guilt almost overwhelmed him again for a few moments.
Thomas was not a botanist, but he still felt that he should have been able to recognize more plant life than he did. Some of the trees looked like ever greens of some sort, but not quite. Most of them towered overhead with their canopies so high above him that he couldn’t really see their foliage. The flowers to the right of the ship looked rather like orchids, but not quite. Out of the corner of his eye Thomas thought he saw a squirrel run across the path and out of sight, but he didn’t know whether to trust what he thought he saw right now. Everything was a little bit off and he wasn’t quite sure if it was everything else or actually himself that was off. Maybe it was a little of both.
Thomas walked back to the ship and sat down next to Bernie. She was awake, just lying still, obviously waiting for his return.
“Have you figured out where we are?”
“No. If we made it back to Earth, then we could be in any number of forests throughout the world.”
“You think we made it back to Earth?!” She winced. In her excitement she forgot about her head for a moment and had jerked her head up and to the side in an effort to look Thomas in the face. She lowered herself back down slowly, her eyes closed again.
“I doubt it. We were too far out. Neptune was at least ten light years behind us…” His voice trailed off a bit as he thought about it. “Unless that’s what the anomaly did: shot us back to Earth, normally a couple of months journey, in a matter of moments?” His voice was halting and questioning. He seemed to wake up from his day dream and spoke quicker. “If so, we should know soon enough. If we’re on Earth, ground control will be able to locate us.”
“Yeah, but it's been hours since the crash and it shouldn't take this long for them to find us.” Bernie did not dare move anything but her mouth as she spoke this time.
The same thought had already occurred to Thomas as well. Someone should have found them already. If they were on Earth.
“The way I see it, there are only two possibilities: either we’re on Earth and they’re simply having trouble getting to us, or we’re not on Earth.”
“Oh,” Bernie responded with a smirk, “is that all! How astute. ‘Either we’re on Earth or we’re not.’” She mimicked the low register of his voice. “Of course those are the only possibilities! But in over a century of space travel we haven’t found another inhabitable planet similar to earth. Science has all but ruled out the possibility of ever finding such a planet!”
He turned towards her this time as he spoke. “Is it really good for you to be getting so excited right now? Shouldn’t you be conserving your energy?”
This time she opened her eyes to respond. The look she gave him was poisonous. “Don’t treat me like a child.”
“I’m just asking.” Thomas took a deep breath and sighed.
“Look. We’re both tired and hungry and I think that it’s making us irritable. I found a few rations when I was looking for the medical kit. I suggest we eat a little bit, get some rest, and figure out our next step in the morning.”
Bernie’s expression softened. She thought about his words for a few moments. In her excitement she had raised herself up onto her elbow, now that she was calming down she was again conscious of her pain. She slowly lowered herself back down onto her back.
“Agreed. I am hungry.” She added with a weak smile, “I never thought I’d be so happy to have field rations.”
Thomas smiled in return.
They ate in silence. Exhaustion overcame hunger. Neither of them ate very much before giving in to the stronger impulse to sleep. The sun had set. They had no light except for what faintly came from the stars, drifting through the breaks in the canopy. A wonderfully warm breeze drifted in, making the urge to sleep even stronger. Just before passing out Thomas thought to himself that he didn’t think that it was the right time of the month for a new moon, but perhaps he was remembering wrong. He dismissed the thought and allowed sleep to overcome him.
… more to come in March.
