Walking in a rocky stream is my favorite thing to do. If I had to choose the one activity to do each day for the rest of my life, I’d choose that. If I had a long winding stream in my backyard, I would have spent this year walking in it.
What is around the next corner enchants me. I love zigzagging up a brook, hopping on rocks, finding my way. It’s mesmerizing and captivating, never boring. It requires balance and active thinking. My senses delight in the sweet eddies, the flat accommodating rocks and the colorful stones beneath the clear, moving water.
God is the greatest artist, the best tour guide, the most imaginative author. It is along His streams I long to wander and upon His paths I yearn to tread. I must stay open and attentive to Him, so He can direct my ways and guide my feet. Compose the story of my life! I cannot write like You.
There are many ways to be lost. Some are obvious. I have left a path and fallen into a dark thicket. I have also lost my way, however, walking a well-traveled path that seems good, but does not lead to the place God has waiting for me. Being lost is simply being without proper direction and that can happen on any path without God.
Today as I step along, I remind myself to look for Him, to listen to His voice, to read His word and to follow Him and His beautiful way. No worldly course can ever compare to a God-inspired walk through life.
Do not love this world nor the things it offers you, for when you love the world, you do not have the love of the Father in you. 1 John 2:15
Meeting God at the Park 