...and the birds of the air and for me.

For my first blog post, I wanted to share a little journal entry from a while back. This was an evening right before the summer of 2012, after a pretty heavy downpour of rain.  As I was walking inside,  I was struck by something that can only be explained as the Holy Spirit, and it prompted me to write this:

I walked outside, but now my feet are planted mid-stride.  I didn't mean to be taken aback by the setting that surrounds me every day. 

My feet are rinsed by the dew from after the storm.  

The air is thick and humid and encapsulating.

Out chickens are stirring and milling about, but even they know that it's time to sit and rest for the night.

I'm surrounded by lightning bugs, and with each sporadic flash my attention is drawn to other beauties.

The shade of sky is like a whitish slate blue, and the leaves of the trees are a stark black silhouette against it.

And as I glance to the tops of the trees, I see God.

I see Him in the very-highest leaves and the wind rustling through them.  I see him in the freshly showered grass that seems to go on endlessly.  I see Him in my dreams and my reflection; I sense him my future and the life that is being woven.

This night will never be the same, but this is what contentedness feels like.  I want to remember how this feels, right in this moment.  

My future is bright, my family is near me, and I feel safe. God has a plan for the frogs jumping near my toes, and the bats fluttering in the air, and for me. 

My eyes fill with tears and my heart overflows at the plan He has for me. 

Thank-you for reading! I hope to put up much more in the near future. Til then!