Teach me your paths, my God,
and guide me in your truth.
Psalm 25:4
By now, you know that my favorite solo activity is walking outdoors. The weather matters little to me as I find these treks enjoyable regardless of the temperature. A breeze of any velocity enhances these excursions exponentially. I do admit that my walks have been irregular as I’ve late. In spite of my efforts to stay-in-place as much as possible, I’ve had trouble juggling my housebound schedule and making time to write as often as I’d like to.
A few days ago, I couldn’t deal with my restlessness and frustration any longer. I announced to my husband that I was going for a walk and that was that. Not two minutes out of the house, a gentle breeze enveloped me. Two blocks later, the breeze’s strength increased and nudged me along the way. This was quite a feat as I was already walking briskly. Halfway into this adventure, my head cleared and our good and gracious God took residence there for the duration. Suddenly, my writing schedule -or lack thereof- seemed less of a problem and more of a blessing. Somehow, I knew I would find the time to do what needs to be done. In the mean time, I would walk.
It seems to me that we sometimes learn God’s path best when we head out in search of it.
Loving God, thank you for having pity on me as I fretted. The moment I opened the door, you came to me.
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