It wasn’t really raining, but it had been all day long. The sky was completely gray, but it was a light gray so as to let a percentage of sun shine through the clouds. 45%, I would say.
So it was something like this, except one shade grayer. Where it still felt early enough in the day, and it was a cool dusk. My smartphone was at home, on my bedside table, and I was glad to be accompanied by only God and nature.
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It felt good just to be out there, walking. Taking in all of the scenery. And pondering.
Who am I? What type of woman am I becoming? Someone whose company I would wish to seek?
Have I grown colder, or warmer?
Rougher, or softer?
More kind or less.
More patient? Or less.
Has pressure made me into more of a diamond, or a broken vessel?
I want to be on a boat and hear the sound of the waves lapping up onto the sides. I want to see sea foam and watch it bubble onto land with the flow and quickly disappear into the sand. It’s so cliché but I love watching the water form a circle around my feet when the waves break on the shore. I taste the salty air in my mouth and feel a breeze circling around my head. I’ll be back to you soon.
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And I began singing. Prayers, mostly. Giving thanks for all that I saw around me. And prayers for my feet and legs; the ability to walk. My mouth, my voice. I gave thanks for simple things that are usually subconscious; realizing that it was only by the grace of the Giver of these gifts that I was blessed with them.
Lord, I thank you that not only do You have my life in your hands, but You gave me my life. Now I ask you for Your strength to walk this life uprightly. To not grow weary of doing good works. To keep a perspective much bigger than myself. To look into the unseen, and see with Your eyes.
For we walk by faith, not by sight.
2 Corinthians 5:7
Help my spirit worship You in every situation. Help me listen to Your voice and not miss a beat of what You would have me to do.
xxx
V
