I’ve never been one to track. Not steps, not calories, not BP, not sleep, not weight, not weather, not… nothin! There is so much to manage already; management becomes more manageable when there’s less to manage. Things like, birthday calls, friends’ needs, grocery lists, due dates, household budgets… are quite enough manageables for me.

But, I love being tracked! Please track me. Please know where I am, what I’m doing, how I’m looking, what I need. Add me to your “Find My” app. Put me on your speed dial. Request to share my calendar. Follow me. Frequent me. Find me. Please. Track me.

Today I programmed a Garmin watch, a generous hand-me-down, to track my health a bit more. This is so not me. And I’m not committed. It’s a let’s-just-see-how-this-goes experiment. Maybe I should pay closer attention.

But I am paying attention to the One who pays attention to me. To the one who tracks everything I do. I try to track Him. Is there a widget on this watch that picks up his GPS location? Take me to Him. Let me run, walk, bike, hike right to His very heart. Then let me rest there. Let me sleep there. And save it all. Let the data show that I am tracking my Lord and He is tracking me.