What’s holding you up?

By far the majority of our walk today was on pleasant solid ground, modern concrete and some ancient cobblestones. But there was a relatively short section that was far from solid, at least from my perspective.

There was a narrow walkway, right over the river, half was solid metal, and half metal grid, through which I could see the river flowing below.

None of it felt safe and secure to me.

The thought came to me - what’s holding me up?

As a person who weighs more than the average bear I am always hyper vigilant about what I am standing on, or sitting down on. What is holding me up, will this bear my weight?

I knew this narrow walkway had been carrying people safely, probably for decades or more, and yet the question still came, and the fears persisted. Irrational fears I am sure, but I felt quite uncomfortable until this section of the path was over.

And I also recognized that the question - what is holding me up? - could go in multiple directions. And this also prompted another thought… who am I holding up?

Being held up…

being lifted…

being sustained…

being supported.

In what ways am I the recipient of such gifts and how I am providing these gifts to others?

As I walk this Camino I am trying to listen for a nudge from God each day. This was today’s nudge, and I will be pondering these questions. Maybe you’d like to ponder them with me?