I am unapologetically a nature girl. I am most alive outside, most happy dirty, most energetic working outside and most artistically worshipful surrounded by God’s designs and colors, touching His textures. I could live outdoors, rustic (no tech or electricity) camping is my favorite vacation. So when I walk down a country road, I am immediately the energetic, confident, loving, worshipful, poetic, artistic, powerful, fun girl again absolutely full of life and love and harmony with nature. It takes me back there, to before evil spots, dark places, bad experiences, grief, loss, etc. Walking down a country road for me is purifying to my soul and restorative to my essence. I am me again in the presence of God, purified and focused again, belting out new praise songs that pop into my head, dancing with the movement of the wind. I am that little girl who spent time alone with God again and His world. I am immediately reminded what is important and benidicial and what has to go, like doubt or worry or sorrow or anger. These melt away. The joy and peace and love and hope is left, faith and trust in God. And everyone has their walk down a country road. Some people’s is revisiting a familiar place from the past or going fishing or hitting a baseball straight down center or sitting quietly alone in prayer. Whatever you need to do to remember, do it because sometimes we need to go back and be reminded who we were originally made to be and the incredible Who who made us. ❤❤
Invaritably, you move forward. You might be driving or running or biking or barely stepping when you embark ahead, but inevitably there is a cessation from standing still. It might not even be your doing, but ahead you must go. And it is with great pleasure that I tell you with certainty that there is great hope in the next steps or leaps or whatever your ambition level moves you to. The hope is not a guarantee that the road is not wrought with difficulties. The hope is that the journey changes you. You are never who you were before this step and you can never go back. You can succeed. You can also fail but the hope is that you can choose for yourself which you will do. Freedom is hope. Never underestimate the power and intrinsic and quite ethereal beauty of a free choice. And God can walk with you if you choose or can walk above you if you rather but He is always with you to give help when needed. There is amazing hope in that. And hope also lies in the value of learning new things, forging new paths. Movement is hope, action and motion lead us on bravely and peacefully amidst any degree of chaos. Value and treasure that. It is valued by many who are denied such freedom. We are blessed. Live and move accordingly.
After a rain, in our neighborhood especially for some reason, I will inevitably see at least one toad on the road, smoother like a pancake. A toad on the road pancake. The toad goes onto the pavement for whatever reason- get out of the wet grass, catch easy bugs, whatever- and here comes an unsuspecting driver and bam! Toad pancake. Of course, this upset me the first several times I walked by. Later, it was just another toad in the road who made a bad choice that got him into a position to lose his little life. People are more important than toad’s and I used to think much smarter, but I guess that depends on what they think is more valuable. Taking a chance on a quick, easy meal or benefit versus waiting out the rain in safety and living to eat another day. Other lessons are here to learn and I will ponder them a bit more. Perhaps these toad’s do not die in vain. Perhaps they teach us what not to do. Perhaps they remind us that when we meander out into danger, danger will come running to meet us and if we don’t get out of the way, we can lose everything. Perhaps they just show us the power of a heavy car and blaring headlights, perhaps they remind us of the distraction of rain in our lives which obstruct our view and push us to make a decision. Perhaps I think too much. In any case, the toad in the road pancake is an interesting and for me thought-provoking phenomenon.