April 10, 2011: My own church service
An hour-long walk, navigating the crawling, scrawling worms after last night's storm. The air heavy with humidity, rich in springtime smells. I took a walk, just God and me, to experience the magic and glory of spring. Boy I needed it. Even two weeks ago we shivered in snow-laden houses, drove in glazed streets. But now...the transformation's begun.
There's something so personal and freeing about my walks alone. The quiet, only the thod thod of my shoes on the blacktop. I hear more intensely, feel God's hug more fully, and understand His glory more deeply. I walk the path and tear up, remembering the day I took Mom and Dad (wheelchair bound) down the same path to smell the summer-time lake, to hear the boats and feel the wind again. How Dad loved and relied on the wind, on knowing its velocity and direction. It had affected his sailing, his flying, his livelihood, perhaps even his mood. And I feel sudden tears roll down my cheeks as I realize Pete would give anything to walk as painfree as I--my dear man, my dear, sweet husband.
My heart sings the anthem, my lips share the verses, and God talks. He reminds me once again that all will be well, to trust him, to walk with him and to let him carry the cares and worries. Such a magical morning.
There's something so personal and freeing about my walks alone. The quiet, only the thod thod of my shoes on the blacktop. I hear more intensely, feel God's hug more fully, and understand His glory more deeply. I walk the path and tear up, remembering the day I took Mom and Dad (wheelchair bound) down the same path to smell the summer-time lake, to hear the boats and feel the wind again. How Dad loved and relied on the wind, on knowing its velocity and direction. It had affected his sailing, his flying, his livelihood, perhaps even his mood. And I feel sudden tears roll down my cheeks as I realize Pete would give anything to walk as painfree as I--my dear man, my dear, sweet husband.
My heart sings the anthem, my lips share the verses, and God talks. He reminds me once again that all will be well, to trust him, to walk with him and to let him carry the cares and worries. Such a magical morning.