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.
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