Who am I walking with?

As I finished highlighting the verses for my lesson this morning, I realized I was feeling lonely. It seems everyone is getting together with family and friends for their Easter dinner, but my family isn't. As I sat in the little cherry chair, from my parents home, I started to feel sad. How many times have I taught the lesson of resurrection? I ponder this thought and move on. As I think about the two women who found the tomb empty, I realize I have become sort of empty. With my knee injury, being off work and out of my comfort zone, I have lost something. As the story continues, Jesus doesn't reveal himself until at the table breaking bread with the two men he had been walking down the road with earlier. These two men have been walking with Jesus, talking with him and then even invite him to stay for dinner, and yet their talk is consumed with saddness. Jesus was crucified. Laid to rest in the tomb. Three days later the tomb is empty. As Jesus explains to them, "Christ had to suffer these things then enter his glory." As I have been consumed with my self-pity, this scripture resonated within my heart. Jesus suffered for me, my family, my friends, all people. What am I missing, as I walk along the road? How has self-pity clouded my vision? Who am I missing because my head is turned down? My nature is to ponder, worry, fret, question. This excess baggage makes my journey harder, longer, more difficult. Today, I want to rise with my Lord. Start a new walk. A lighter trip this time. I will notice the people more along the way, and pay less attention to the bumps in the road. For you see, I have looked down and looked ahead worrying about my way, and I have no idea who has been beside me.