Sometimes I feel like these walls, the walls of this house, are trapping my thoughts. So much is going on inside my head, but I can’t get coherent thoughts out. Not through talking or writing. It’s all just stuck up there like a jumbled mess. I need to get outside. I need the fresh air and lack of electrical devices demanding my attention. There is so much pressure to do things and think things.
When I am outside the only thing I need to do is breathe. I stand there with the breeze sifting my thoughts. My heart is calm again.
God’s creation has a way of doing that to me, pointing me back to Him. Who am I, that You are mindful of me? Psalm 8:4 echoes in my mind. God created all of this; the sun, moon, stars, and the lady bug sitting on the leaf next to my shoulder.
I need less stuff around me and more life.