My early walks with God were filled with my words. Looking back now I see this process was necessary for me. I had to pour out everything that was on my mind and in my heart and wedged in my bones. I was carrying a lot. I needed to give it to God and He was patient with me and accepted it all.
Soon I began to grow tired of myself. Listening to my own voice and the one in my head felt like a treadmill, same old uphill incline, same old scenery passing through my mind, same old outcome—an ego-centric pile of broken hopes and wishes and me standing in the middle of it asking God WHY? The picture I focused on was growing sour.
One day the Spirit moved in me. Meditate on Me. God is so good. He listened to me. He let me get it all out. And when the time came, He showed me that focusing on Him and His creation would fill me and heal me and draw us into the intimate relationship He wants with me. I began to refocus myself over and over as I walked. I’m sorry Lord. Let me meditate on You. And each time, God poured in.
Let my meditation be pleasing to Him; as for me, I shall be glad in the Lord. Psalm 104:34
Meeting God at the Park 