I am thankful when my divergent paths reconverge. Brought together by musical strains, familiar faces walked the aisles of my childhood church last Sunday. I clamored around knees and feet to greet the pastor who officiated at my wedding. I embraced my former choir director. I reconnected with a college friend. Even as I encountered people I know from other churches who are connected by hometowns and bloodlines, I glimpsed the ultimate convergence. I heard the angelic refrain of eternity’s hometown and felt our common pulse through Christ’s saving blood.
I am thankful for the divergent paths in my life. At the time, each seemed to distance me from someone or something cherished. But, these paths–whether rocky, smooth, twisted, straight, well-lit, foggy, rutted, or resurfaced–have strengthened my adaptive muscles. Just as my cross-country training in high school continues to be a benefit when years and pounds weigh me down, my adjustment time to the varying landscape of life’s seasons often pushes me to a “personal best.”