Goethe said “The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.” When I walk alone I feel bathed in God’s beauty. I enjoy walking with others but when I walk alone with God, He has full access to my mind, body and spirit. I go with the intention of being filled with Him so He can reveal to me all that He is. And all that I am in Him.
I have a growing list of the top most beautiful things I’ve seen or heard at the park. The gray of a catbird, perky fiddleheads waiting to unfurl, the dirty yellow fuzz of a gosling, the fluid galumphing of a groundhog escaping my camera, bubbles suspended in a frozen pond, wisps of clouds reminding me that angels are near. I adore the satisfying plop of umpteen unseen frogs launching into the water as I wander along a grassy bank.
More beautiful than these is a God who answers every prayer with perfection beyond my imagination, who remembers my obedience and returns to me an astonishing harvest in His perfect time, who heals broken relationships despite all the missing pieces, who consoles me when I can no longer love the gray of the catbird or see the angel in the cloud. God has only beauty to offer. I want to always be ready to receive it.
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3:11
Meeting God at the Park 