Monday in the Third Week of Lent
Your way was in the sea, and your paths in the great waters,
yet your footsteps were not seen.
It’s a simple note, really, that appears in my inbox in response to something I posted. But the sender is someone I am very fond of, and just seeing her name brings a smile to my face.
Ours is a long distance friendship; we follow each other mostly through social media, email, and the occasional phone call. Our relationship is rooted in porch rocking chairs and a long ago conversation in which we each discovered we had stumbled across a kindred spirit. I cannot remember what we talked about, except that it was fervent and authentic and sprinkled with laughter and sacred.
Since that day we have travelled separate paths, our footsteps unseen, unremarked by one another. Yet still we rejoice with each other’s life celebrations and support one another with kindness during times of sorrow and stress. Perhaps our paths will cross again. Or perhaps our paths are always crossing as we traverse the Way, immersed in baptismal waters, buoyed by the love of God who is the source of all.