Earlier this month I spent two whole weeks in the mountains for some work training -- for being a requirement of the job, I think I may have lucked out. . .just a little.
While I was there, I somehow managed to pick up the habit of going on walks. I just started walking aimlessly one day when I couldn't think of anything better to do, ended up enjoying it (and the scenery), and thus, started working it in to almost any free time that we had, spicing it up with music. . .and the occasional walking partner(s) as well.
What made these walks the most meaningful for me though was the undeniable presence of God in them -- in the handiwork of His creation that was laid out before me, in the sweet stillness around me that allowed for me to focus on what He would have me hear, and in the sunshine and/or moonlight that kissed my face and reminded me that I had a Companion with me on my walk. It was indescribable.
Being back at home now, amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life, part of me yearns for that escape to simplicity, where God seems most accessible. And yet, I find myself being reminded that God is ever present regardless of where I am, or what's going on, and if I seek Him I will in fact find Him. Not only am I capable of walking with God, and He with me, in the beautiful calm of the mountains, but also in the hidden beauty of "the everyday." All I have to do is make the effort to walk with Him wherever I am, and He will show up.
Thank goodness.
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