A walk down the Seven Mile Bridge

I came back from training camp high on life with God. I was so pumped about meeting my teammates and experiencing God in new, real and totally personal ways. However, at some point, I started thinking too much. I had so many ideas and issues I needed to process through but I felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere. I would spend hours thinking and end up just as lost as when I first began. Then I’d think about the 100 things that I had to do asap and the other 1,000 things that needed to be done after that. Although God has shown himself to me numerous times since I got back from training, I was consumed with stress and worry.

This morning at work I thought, “I should leave early and go walk on the old Seven Mile Bridge” and then proceeded to spend the rest of the day fighting it because it would be time that I could have spent doing more “productive” things. In the end I decided to go, hoping it would help me clear my head.

With the sun shining and the wind at my back I started out down the bridge. A few steps in I decided not to think. I told myself that I had been thinking way too much lately and I needed to actively think about nothing- just enjoy the beautiful weather and the exquisite view of the ocean. I walked to the 1 1/2 mile marker, turned around, and started heading back. As I was nearing the end of the bridge where my car was parked God whispered,