Early one morning in a nor’easter, I snuck out at 6 when the storm was just getting started. I looked at the weather. The day did not look good. I had one hour to make the best of it.
Along the path near the pond, two ladies walked by me, grinning with adventure. “Another crazy person!” One of them called from under her hood. I laughed, “I was thinking the same thing!” We were the only ones in the park, and we were delighted to be there. The wind was pushing, the rain was pelting and we were giggling.
It is up to me to capture every moment of the precious life God has given me in this exquisite world. He has provided everything I need to make a day beautiful. I live this beauty in my walks, and aspire to make it true of the other 23 hours as well.
A perfectly blue sunny sky cannot yield an enchanting blanket of white fog. A howling wind silences my catbirds. An oppressive heat spares me Jack Frost’s bite. And vice versa. Each and every day offers something divine and rare to be captured and regarded, to be seen through holy eyes and held in a humble heart.
Blessed is the man whose strength is in You, whose heart is set on a pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Ba’ca, they make it a spring; the rain also covers it with pools. They go from strength to strength; each one appears before God in Zion. Psalm 84:5-7
Meeting God at the Park 