Lately I have been doing early morning walks up and down my driveway to help control my seemingly always abnormal blood sugars. I'm not seeing a lot of blood sugar improvement but I am getting some time with the Lord. I won't say quiet time but quality time for sure.
I go out between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m. That time of morning in the beginning is sort of quiet except for the birds as they wake. Then I begin to pay attention to other things.......
I will begin with the birds. I see red birds and crows. Big birds and small birds. There are so many different bird sounds. Some shrill, some quiet, some overly loud but all unique. Birds are a lot like people would like to be some days. They communicate with each other in their own way. They fly happily with seemingly with not a care in the world. They seem to know where to find their own food. Do they do this alone? Nah. Matthew 6:26 says "Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?" So the sounds and sights of the birds remind me that my heavenly Father cares. For me. And the birds.
As I get to the road and head back down the driveway, my eye is caught by a couple of animals coming from around the back of the house. The two deer glance my way but keep on with their business. These deer are two of several we see often who just kind of pay no attention to us. We have grown accustomed to one another. I am reminded again of the beauty of the Lord's creation and His care for all.
I hear the sound of an small airplane flying low above in the sky. My mind thinks of times of the joy of certain family vacations.
Behind the tall trees, the sun begins to rise and makes it's way to shine brightly through the height of the trees. The magnitude of the sun as it shines and the amazement that that same sun that is shining on me also shines on others all the way around the world flows through my mind. What a small "thing" I am in such a big world! The world around me in my driveway begins to lighten and the day really begins.
The concrete in the driveway has several cracks. I am reminded that years have been spent on this driveway and though cracks have formed, it still remains true to it's original use. Hopefully like me.
I see a few clouds and a lot of blue, blue sky promising a beautiful day for me.
I hear sound of and see cars, trucks, and vans driving past. 39 years ago when I moved here, the road wasn't paved all the way through so there wasn't much traffic at all. In those early years, if one heard a vehicle, you looked out to see who was either passing or turning in. These days, vehicle sounds are common all day long but especially in the morning and late afternoon. I watch as the neighbor's van pulls out and heads toward the school and I see as she returns home. I am reminded of the days when I would drive my little one to school....in my blue and gray high top full size van. Yep, me in a high top full size van. Ah, those wonderful days....
The loud sound and sight of the big yellow school bus brings me good memories as well. One that especially stands out as I would always walk The Girl to the end of the driveway to get on the bus and walk to meet her in the afternoon is strong in my mind. Back in "the day", white Ked sneakers were popular for school footwear. The Girl's white sneakers got really dirty and her I-think-I-am-wise mama decided to let them soak in strong bleach water, then washed them, and put them to dry. The Girl headed out that morning in nice clean white sneakers. When she beebopped off the bus that afternoon, she began to immediately say, "Look Mama"....her beautiful white Keds had huge raveling holes all in them. It was a mess and a sight to see. The I-think-I-am-wise Mama was not so wise after all. As I walked today, I thought of how she must have felt during that day as her shoes began to form the holes. Isn't that how we are with life? We do what we think is right, go on about our business, then "holes" begin to form that we can't explain. We can do nothing but watch until we are at the point when we can do away with the "hole problem" and start afresh. Life dishes out those "holes" all the time in my world, how about in yours?
As I make my final walk back down the driveway from the road, I notice the vintage tricycle and bubble lawn mower on my front porch. Joy overflows my heart as I am reminded of the blessing of The Grandbaby. Ah....are there words? So many I won't even try.
Blessings. Too numerous to count. So undeserved. So grateful.
Confidence that I serve a God who can. A God who will. Always.
Consider.....
I go out between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m. That time of morning in the beginning is sort of quiet except for the birds as they wake. Then I begin to pay attention to other things.......
I will begin with the birds. I see red birds and crows. Big birds and small birds. There are so many different bird sounds. Some shrill, some quiet, some overly loud but all unique. Birds are a lot like people would like to be some days. They communicate with each other in their own way. They fly happily with seemingly with not a care in the world. They seem to know where to find their own food. Do they do this alone? Nah. Matthew 6:26 says "Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?" So the sounds and sights of the birds remind me that my heavenly Father cares. For me. And the birds.
As I get to the road and head back down the driveway, my eye is caught by a couple of animals coming from around the back of the house. The two deer glance my way but keep on with their business. These deer are two of several we see often who just kind of pay no attention to us. We have grown accustomed to one another. I am reminded again of the beauty of the Lord's creation and His care for all.
I hear the sound of an small airplane flying low above in the sky. My mind thinks of times of the joy of certain family vacations.
Behind the tall trees, the sun begins to rise and makes it's way to shine brightly through the height of the trees. The magnitude of the sun as it shines and the amazement that that same sun that is shining on me also shines on others all the way around the world flows through my mind. What a small "thing" I am in such a big world! The world around me in my driveway begins to lighten and the day really begins.
The concrete in the driveway has several cracks. I am reminded that years have been spent on this driveway and though cracks have formed, it still remains true to it's original use. Hopefully like me.
I see a few clouds and a lot of blue, blue sky promising a beautiful day for me.
I hear sound of and see cars, trucks, and vans driving past. 39 years ago when I moved here, the road wasn't paved all the way through so there wasn't much traffic at all. In those early years, if one heard a vehicle, you looked out to see who was either passing or turning in. These days, vehicle sounds are common all day long but especially in the morning and late afternoon. I watch as the neighbor's van pulls out and heads toward the school and I see as she returns home. I am reminded of the days when I would drive my little one to school....in my blue and gray high top full size van. Yep, me in a high top full size van. Ah, those wonderful days....
The loud sound and sight of the big yellow school bus brings me good memories as well. One that especially stands out as I would always walk The Girl to the end of the driveway to get on the bus and walk to meet her in the afternoon is strong in my mind. Back in "the day", white Ked sneakers were popular for school footwear. The Girl's white sneakers got really dirty and her I-think-I-am-wise mama decided to let them soak in strong bleach water, then washed them, and put them to dry. The Girl headed out that morning in nice clean white sneakers. When she beebopped off the bus that afternoon, she began to immediately say, "Look Mama"....her beautiful white Keds had huge raveling holes all in them. It was a mess and a sight to see. The I-think-I-am-wise Mama was not so wise after all. As I walked today, I thought of how she must have felt during that day as her shoes began to form the holes. Isn't that how we are with life? We do what we think is right, go on about our business, then "holes" begin to form that we can't explain. We can do nothing but watch until we are at the point when we can do away with the "hole problem" and start afresh. Life dishes out those "holes" all the time in my world, how about in yours?
As I make my final walk back down the driveway from the road, I notice the vintage tricycle and bubble lawn mower on my front porch. Joy overflows my heart as I am reminded of the blessing of The Grandbaby. Ah....are there words? So many I won't even try.
Blessings. Too numerous to count. So undeserved. So grateful.
Confidence that I serve a God who can. A God who will. Always.
Consider.....
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