Summer stroll is for listening and following…
25 Monday Jun 2012
Into the woods where quiet reigns and sun holds hands with shadows.
Entering their world which is our world which is all His world.
Visitors in a realm that looks like no one’s home until we still long enough to let creatures parade for Majesty’s pleasure.
Beetles climb, dragonflies dance and butterflies breeze by.
And I am caught in the magic of the moment.
Making my heart burst with gratitude for the gift of five senses. For His gift of everything…
We walk and He speaks in living color pictures. Lessons in the moments…
Words to a minimum, we watch, sometimes waiting.
Under cover of leaves, stream rushes by. We listen. And we keep following.
Listen and follow, He reminds. It’s what we are supposed to do. Reasonable service with outstanding benefits…
My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand. I and the Father are one.
John 10: 27-30
If you love Me, you will keep My commandments.
And when the path forks, and there are choices to be made, when the following becomes harder than ever, that is when I see just how much I love and trust the Lord. Will I press into Him, closing the gap, or will I travel on in my on way?
Sorry to say, there have been a time too many that I went down the wrong road. Only to be sorry. Only to come back to Him, head hanging low, seeking forgiveness. Finding mercy and grace overflowing. Feeling all the worse knowing that I had hurt Him and He still loved me.
Will always love me. No. Matter. What.
Father’s loving patience holding steady, while pain and loss had their way teaching lessons that could only be learned the hard way. Across the years, slowly I learned, step by step growing wiser.
Love replacing pain, such a better teacher. Listening and obeying the first time. Trusting and praying before rushing on keeps me steady on His path.
And when I stay the course He has marked for me, how much sweeter is the journey. With the sweet rest of abiding hope.
And sometimes sweet surprises like last summer’s marriage to a wonderful man whose heart burns for Jesus.
Or a bright red flash fluttering out of nowhere across our path in the woods today, with less bright feathers following hard.
Cardinal and his mate.
They settle in the brush and we settle where we are, eager to catch another glimpse.
Witness to the gift as cardinal kisses mate with the offer of a bug, and she flies off perhaps to a nest with little ones.
And I see Jesus, Husband of the widow, Father of us all, providing.
My Jesus, who held me and my three sons through many trials during long years, lean and dark, when mettle was tested and faith muscles grew.
And Dearest Husband, who provides and cares for me in so many ways. Dearest is how He loves me in Christ, and tenderly models the Lord day after day. Leading me to be more like Him. Covering me with so much love.
Loving God providing and caring for us both, loving God holding this old world all messed up in His hands. Longing for us all to listen and follow…
Cardinal lights on a branch, head tilting, soaking in the sun. Me, resting in this precious moment, soaking in the Son.
Trusting that He will always be there, meeting me wherever I may wander…