A couple weeks back now, I published #metoo. It brought up plenty of pain for me as I wrote it, even though I have done a ton of healing. It brought up some pain for people who read it. One person’s story sometimes does that! My love to those that hurt! I find it is amazing…
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Day 14 – Guemes to Santander
I awoke at 430 am. Climbed down from my upper bunk in the dark, landed on my aching, complaining feet, gathered my backpack, sleeping bag, stuff sack, etc and made my away around my eleven sleeping roommates, walked outside onto the balcony and followed that to the large room where we had had our evening gathering the…
Day 13- Santoña to Guemes
Received in prayer August 31: “Son– I am ending this month with a promise I wish you to hold onto. A word which I, not you, will fulfill. You will see what I long for and experience what I am doing. You will walk with my powerful love. You will experience my light. I will walk…
Day 11 – Pobeña to Islares
There was rustling in the room. Someone’s headlamp blazed as they sought their belongings. I got up. This weariness settled over me. My energy was low. My feet ached just landing on the cold tile floor. Standing was difficult yet those feet needed to carry me 24km that day that amazingly became 24 miles. I eased…
Day 8 – Monasterio de Zenarruza to Albergue Eskerika
“Dearest Brian, I am praying for you to experience the most wonderful things on this adventure. I know God will put amazing people in your path and that you will find God in the strangest places, but He will give you the wisdom to see him. I will miss you but I am so happy…
Day 7 — Monasterio de Zenarruza
We all awoke early, around 6. It was dark still. I sliced the baguettes left by the monastery for the breakfast (snack) and the packets of hot chocolate, instant coffee and the container of milk on the table outside on the still dark balcony. The only way to heat up the milk was in the…
Day Two Irún to Pasajes de San Juan/Pasaia Donibane
I stepped off the bus in Irún with all the emotions — excited, scared, uncertain, like stepping into the unknown, and knowing the trip back to Bilbao on foot would take the next week. I wandered a bit, finally finding my first arrow. Seeing it caused my heart to rejoice, perhaps like the wise men…
Mi Sombrero!
I remember well the day when hiking with Nannette and two other friends on the Camino, we reached a restaurant that was open, in Guemes, the town that was at our destination, only to learn that the albergue was still another 1.5 km beyond. That day, I just wanted food and a beer. You may…
The Fellowship of the Camino
Two women stood behind me in the hallway at my friend David’s church fellowship, the West Bridgford Baptist Church near Nottingham, England, speaking with one another. I was not in their conversation but was standing there looking through a table of free books. Clearly they were reconnecting after one of them had been gone awhile….
Just the Next Step
I can’t go on.” I called to Nannette, a new friend from North Carolina with whom I had been hiking 12 hours that day. We’d started that morning at 440 am. “I need to stop,” I said. We were only 200 meters from the albergue. Clearly, the real answer, was to walk just a few…
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