An Abundance of Joy

We were finally warm and dry when we left Sauges the following morning. I would like to say we were rested after our previous day, but I think the hail storm had tired me more than I had anticipated. Our walk to Le Sauvage was well over twelve miles, and the trail and weather would make it feel longer. But, it would be worth every step. It was another stunning walk.

When we set out, most of our companions ended their walk before we did. For a moment, we wondered if they knew something we did not, and we contemplated whether we had made the right decision by going as far as we had planned.

On the recommendation of a fellow walker, we had chosen to stay in the iconic Gite d’Etape Le Sauvage en Gevaudan, a charming stone building nestled in the heart of the Margeride region. It rained sporadically during the day, and the trail was moderately challenging. We had our lunch in an old stone shelter, which was dry and warm. We left our companions behind as they stayed in spa-like accommodations, and while I was slightly envious of this, I was still excited to see where we would be for the night.

As we journeyed onward, we were reminded of the historical significance of the twelfth-century road traversing France’s Margeride region near Le Sauvage. With its ancient stone fences and weathered markers, this road was popular for pilgrims arriving from Switzerland, Germany, and Hungary and continuing their journey to Santiago in Spain. The thought of these pilgrims who had walked these roads before us added a profound meaning to our journey.

It came into existence when the ruling bishop established a hostel and a small church to accommodate weary travelers. In 1217, the cathedral in Le Puy-en-Velay passed a law decreeing that the accommodation would be dedicated to serving sick and poor pilgrims. Farmland around the hostel was used to graze livestock and grow crops, which provided a constant supply of food for those passing through. Over time, barns were built to store grain, and a mill and bread oven were added. Large stone shelters protected the sheep and cattle. It was a beautiful piece of history.

It was a spectacular sight to behold. It was larger than I had imagined and was situated on a river. We checked into our room with four other people and a little dog. The dog was a Cavalier King Charles with its own fur bed. Her owner was Mary, and she quickly changed into a white dressing gown and fur slippers. I was envious of both her and the dog!

We met two lovely young French women named Jennifer and Justine. Justine shared why she had come on this pilgrimage, which was a beautiful testimony to God’s goodness.

The dining room was alive with the energy of fellow travelers. The food was delicious, and the atmosphere was invigorating. I couldn’t help but be swept up in the lively spirit and joy of those in the room. And to think, I had contemplated a spa-like experience earlier in the day.

I am reminded that I am exactly where I am supposed to be each day. If I trust my Creator in all things I will be filled with an abundance of joy. His gifts to me are very intentional and all I need to do is be open to receive them.

You are loved.