The sun was warm on my shoulders as I stepped into the woods and my heart beat a little faster because I knew there would be loveliness sightings all along the way.
And right there was this trout lily which is maybe my all time favorite woodland wildflower. It was a thank You Lord kind of moment.
Seeing it, I felt loved. Not by the flower, but by the Creator. The blossom would have been there whether I was on the path that day or not, but I was, and when His spirit nudged me to notice I did. That made the moment a sweet one between Him and me.
A little farther along the way, I watched the way the sunlight danced through the trees and splashed onto the path. Instead of taking a picture I took a step into those solar rays and pondered a Bible verse I memorized long ago:
Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path. Psalm 119:105 (NIV)
These bright blossoms brightened up my walk too. I do love dandelions!
I gladly stepped off the path and into the brambles to get a better look at these Dutchman’s Breeches. And when the spindly branches of a wild blackberry snagged my shirt and scratched my hand I didn’t care. Because getting a photo of these little lovelies was worth it.
Back on the path, I thought about Enoch and Noah. The Bible say that they walked with Him. I think about them a lot and what that meant in their lives and what it might look like in mine.
This anemone caught my eye, and I veered off the wider way again because that’s just the way it goes when I’m out there.
When I returned to the path, I remembered more Bible verses and the love of God from His Word filled up my heart. There was Ephesians 2:10
“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.”
And . . .
“Therefore, as you received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in him,7 rooted and built up in him and established in the faith, just as you were taught, abounding in thanksgiving.” Colossians 2: 6 & 7
Then, when I couldn’t hold the celebration inside me any longer, I sang a favorite old hymn.
I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
Verse one and refrain of In the Garden written by Charles A. Miles 1913, Public Domain
When I walked on, I noticed there were violets all around me, and I could hear Mama’s voice in my memory. She would often point at these little blossoms and say, “Joy, look at their sweet faces.” I stopped and did just that. And I let some of the other things she used to say to me fill me with her love again.
Soon it was time to step out of the woods and jump into the work of the day. On my way to my office, I agreed with Henry David Thoreau who said,
“An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.”
Until Next Time,
P. S. I love this video by Rich Mullins – Step by Step (Sometimes by Step). I hope you are blessed by it too.