I chased wildflowers on my walk this weekend.
Skimming the edge of a bayou, I found a plethora of blooming patches strewn across a green belt. Golds, crimsons, pinks.
I was walking with nowhere to go but lots to discover, much to gather up and think about and pocket.
I knew that the rest of the weekend would require much from me. I’d be at it alone as the husband was set to officiate a wedding out west.
So I stole a moment just for Mama.
I knew I’d better.
The new week is upon us now – dark, still, quiet. I have candles lit all over. Monday felt like it needed that.
I’m thinking back right now on the crisp early jaunt I took on Saturday, and the importance of pausing.
So much swirls around and within. So many demands on our minds, bodies, emotions. So much to do and submit ourselves to.
We’re wise to go on walks every now and then.
Whenever I allow myself the freedom of getting out, letting loose, wandering – I notice the good again. I remember that my head can come up, that it doesn’t have to stay low and plowing all of the time. I regain the ability to marvel, behold, exalt.
And also… whenever I pause long enough to find real rest, it dawns on me to dream again.
So much of our ingenuity and creativity comes when we step off the wheel for a repose. It allows God to awaken us to the grand world He’s made, and it gives Him solid moments to reveal to us what our role is in it.
Stepping away for the exhale, for God moments, for reflection and contemplation- is something we should consider cardinal.
The flowers I came across on my morning traipse looked like the Lord had held and decorated each one Himself. A deep rouge filled the middles, and a sunrise gold lined the outsides. They swayed in the wind like they were dancing for divinity. Just the memory of them is making faith rise.
And all those wild fancies….the ones that filled my mind while walking, they were invigorating. I’m a woman who needs time to think up all the lush things I could find myself getting into around the bend. While life rarely turns out the way I imagine it – it’s good to go into the future with ideals to tend with. It gives you a standard to stare at.
Monday is ready to march now, friends. My Saturday morning escape is making it easier for me to pick knees up and apply myself to the work at hand once more.
