When a boy I remember distinctly seeing my father at a long distance off (almost as far as the eye could reach) on a road on which we were all accustomed to travel, as it was the highway to a big city. The one thing that enabled me to distinguish my father from other fellow travelers on that road was his manly walk. There was the graceful swing of the arm and directness of step, with his toes pointing in the right direction that quickly identified him from other men.
In the moral and spiritual world we are known by how we step, whether we are stepping with God or away from Him.—R. S.
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Jeanette McMillan writes in this poem of a life’s journey with God:
My plans were made, I thought my path all bright and clear,
My heart with songs o’erflowed, the world seemed full of cheer,
My Lord I wished to serve, to take Him for my Guide,
To keep so close that I could feel Him by my side;
And so I traveled on.