Tracks tell stories. To watch the tracks of a deer bound over a fallen log that I have to scramble up and over, .... To see how the length between deer tracks can all of a sudden stretch way out, making me search for the next tracks, telling a story of a sudden surprise or threat to the deer, or maybe a leap just for the sheer joy of it, ...

And the bird tracks can be the most entertaining of all! Maybe a stately pheasant sauntering down the trail until it is startled into the air by some unknown threatening noise, .... or the fascinating and wonderful intricate design my husband and I saw another time, a criss-cross of tiny tics in the snow, this way and that, around in circular swirls, or surprising us with the occasional angled dart, ... my mind's eye imagines the dance and joy and appreciative awe bubble up.
So, what, I wonder, is the story that my own tracks tell?
I can see that. Just think, first, about how the important people in your life make such an impact upon your life. Parents, spouses, "significant others," siblings, friends, mentors, ... and so many more. Those are the obvious ones. Then how about the not-so-obvious people - co-workers, bosses or teachers that are role models or are particularly challenging, friends-of-friends we may meet, neighbors, people we meet through the services they do for us - mail delivery, car service and repair, grocers, hair stylists, .... random strangers who touch us somehow - they paid for your latte at the drive through window, they paid you a compliment, they asked you for help or information or advise and made you feel valued, ... I could go on almost endlessly. So I can't help but be a little intimidated by the knowledge that I am one of those persons for so many people! That all of a sudden is a daunting responsibility.
But it is also an exciting challenge and opportunity! If each day I pay more attention to how I am affecting others, as well as to how others are touching my life, imagine how rich my life would be! I am a sucker for stories, so maybe I could start collecting and learning from people's stories. And I could be more intentional about how I am tracking on other people's hearts, creating the kind of story I want to leave on others hearts.
Fitting as we move toward Valentine's Day, don't you think? People, Hearts, ... Just what does LOVE look like?
What and whose are the 'tracks' you notice left on your heart? How have they formed you? What kind of tracks would you like to leave on the hearts of people you love? - of people you just encounter? How can you become more aware of how you touch others' hearts? What would you need to do to leave life-giving tracks on hearts?