During the summer months, Isaac's walks ends when one of the following occurs: either 30 minutes has passed, or his American Eskimo mohawk can no longer take the heat. With the rest of the region, he longed for cooler days. Even though the first day of autumn was officially last Thursday, the temperatures were not "fall-like" until this week.
When we embarked on our walk on Tuesday morning, I was finally able to wear a light jacket, and there was an extra spring in Isaac's trot. When we reached the point that he usually turned back towards home in a pant, he wanted to go further instead.
The sky was a brilliant sunrise, and I happily obliged his longer route. We circled back to Main Street when he pointed his nose in another direction. He wanted to go on an even longer walk! Decreased temps had increased the pup's energy, and he was a long way from worn out.
I talked him into a shortcut since one of us actually did have to go to work. When we got home, I checked my FitBit to see how far my tired feet had traveled. Five thousand steps. Two miles.
In less than 24 hours we had doubled our distance--all because of the season's change.
The season of autumn does usher in a new pace. The 'cool snap' speeds us up. We emerge from air conditioned confines to the pleasant outdoors of falling leaves. Like Isaac, many of us have that extra spurt of joy in our trot.
Yet this is also the season where we soon say that time moves too quickly. We're in the double digit months! Thanksgiving is so close! Then it's Christmas! Oh no, it's 2017!
If we're not careful, our trot becomes a sprint, and we pass out from exhaustion. We walk and walk and walk only to discover how far we are from the home of peace. If I had let Isaac lead for that whole walk, we'd be near the Alabama state line now, and I would have needed an Uber to get home.
God's new thing in our lives is as exciting as the season's first cool snap, but we must not let zeal for what's ahead steal our joy of the present moment. The New King James Version of Isaiah 43:19 begins with the word, "Behold..." I wish our more modern translations had held on to that word.
Stop between the old and the new to breathe in God's goodness.
Pause to see what's right in front of us.
Behold.... the Lamb of God ... who takes away the sins of the world....
all good things, and cool walks, to each of you,
Pastor Darian (and Paw-stor Isaac)