There’s nothing like it. I could try to write this description over and over again, and never come close to the moxie that births in my soul when I am surrounded by God’s work. The trees engulf me as a part of their build, and my feet are spoiled with the welcoming of the grass, weeds, and dirt that make up this earth. It’s a high that trumps any unworthy form of remedy, and can demolish the desire for one completely.
As I fall into the airs’ bliss, like a pillow waiting to swarm my throbbing head, I open my heart to the Lords voice and choose to let Him walk beside me.
Yesterday, as I took on a new trail inside a beloved park, I realized something I’ve been waiting to hear for quite some time now.
Romans 8: 38-39 For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
This is not a spectacular story; one with a lavish plotline or even noble deed, but rather a simple grasping of the arms of God being wrapped around me. To me, there is nothing more powerful than God’s handiwork, a place where money doesn’t diminish livelihood, judgement is silenced, materialistic charm is crushed, and nothing but the transcendent love of Christ exists.
This is where God talks to me the most. In the midst of His glorious land, I am an honest person, vulnerable, passionate, exposed, and reassured.
I wish the truth would be that that person I described, was awake all the time. But the definition of a believer isn’t perfect, and God doesn’t expect us to be.
So taking a walk is just as much replenishing as it is convicting, and if God calls me into the woods, you best believe I’m strapping up my boots and running.