I have been thinking a lot about doing. The importance of accomplishing tasks. When my husband gets home from work, I scramble to tick off all the things I did that day. To tout all my accomplishments. It isn’t that he asks or expects anything to be accomplished or really even started. But, perhaps, I do.
I know. I just wrote a post reminding us that we don’t have to do it all or be enough. But. But sometimes, I still think I do. Sometimes I think the sheer act of obedience, of simply walking with the Lord isn’t enough. It isn’t doing.
But last night, as I fought sleep, I wondered, “When did walking stop being a verb? When did walking no longer equate to doing? When did walking not become enough?”