So, did you go for a ramble last weekend? Mindful of my accountability to you, I set off on my self-prescribed walk on Saturday afternoon, with no particular destination in mind. I simply wandered my neighborhood, putting one foot in front of the other as the spirit moved, remembering to take deep breaths and really notice the sights, sounds, and smells that wafted my way.
I discovered, once again, that spreading tree boughs feel wise and comforting, like the most nurturing of ancestors.
That I love partially hidden standouts ... the lone flaming leaf among so much verdure.
That I'm entertained by contrasts of all kinds -- red on green, or old, rusty, and chipping against sprightly and new.
That patterns appear everywhere. That if you want sunlight, you must have shadows.
That sometimes, you just have to lean in and look closer.
That words can nudge you to think without forcing you to agree or dissent.
And that one beauty of a weekend wander is this: One moment, you're considering the marvel of acorns. A heartbeat later, with no apparent connection, you're thinking ... "Why is that I worry and fret about my own circumstances, but it's practically effortless to trust the Lord for other people's problems?"
If you went for a walk, I'd love to hear about it!