Today, I pray you find moments of quiet serenity where the voices and noise of the world cease for a bit. I pray you sit in the peace of Christ that shields you, inviting you to rest your body, mind, and spirit as He ministers love, joy, and contentment to your soul.
You are safe with Him, you are enough, and so deeply loved. Peace be with you.
There is comfort and so much hope in this verse. Before the Earth existed, God was there. He is with you as you read this verse, and He is already in your tomorrow. His eyes are on you.
You are not lost in a crowd of millions and your voice doesn’t get drowned out by someone louder or histrionic.
You are seen and deeply treasured. Maybe sit with that for just a minute? Let it soak into your spirit. Peace be with you.
Meandering off into the distance, the mountain path looks inviting.
Relaxed and lazy; where does it lead? Who has walked here before?
How many stories this lonely path must hold; what are its mysteries?
Warm sun complements the cool mountain breeze; perfect weather to explore!
Curiosity piqued; I set out with rocks and leaves crunching underfoot.
The silence is alive with nature doing its thing.
Birds call out with their beautifully intricate songs; joyful and bright, full of energy.
Wildflowers dip and nod in the breeze; dancing to their own tune along the low, gentle hills.
Vibrant colors are splashed about in hues of blue, yellow, deep red-orange; a divine paintbrush at work.
Busy insects hover and flit; carrying out the business of nature.
Mountain silence is full of life, purpose and order; energizing, yet calming.
Walking along, I hear forest creatures rustling in bushes; peeking and darting to and fro.
Small animals busy, yet wary; alert, yet free in their mountain homes.
I wonder how many eyes are watching my progress along the path.
The air smells of warm earth and the faint perfume of wildflowers and sunshine.
Ascending at an easy pace, the flat land dotted with trees; the forest grows thicker.
A subtle change of light with deepening shades of green; a peaceful energy.
Dappled sunlight filters through tree tops; birds soar from branch to branch still calling.
The path feels springy underfoot with a bed of needles and leaves covering the hard dirt.
Cooler air carries scents of pine and a not unpleasant older smell; moldy, ancient, circle of life.
Patches of wildflowers stubbornly crowd into pockets of sun that reach the forest floor.
Shots of bright beauty in the more subdued light; tenacious and bold!
In the distance, a loud crash through the underbrush; a deer, squirrels, a dead branch fallen?
Deeper in the woods, wind in the tree tops sounds like the susurrating sigh of the sea; branches waving and swaying; stirring the calm air in a dance as old as time.
Walking deeper in, the trees are very close; sunlight is tightly filtered and shadows play over the towering trunks as the path soldiers on.
Remote peace settles over the path, interrupted only by chattering squirrels and the noisy jay, demanding attention.
The air is quite cool. It smells crisp and deep, so clean and pure. Deep breaths to capture that scent memory forever.
Sun is dipping lower; a little farther, then time to turn back. Shadows deepen; day is ending. The scents, sights, sounds are etched into memory. Captured.
Never making it to the very end of this mountain path, the mystery of it calls out to me. Keep going! Solve the mystery…
Maybe it was never meant to be fully known.
Extravagant Hope 