I had a plan this weekend. I knew what I wanted to get out of it and I was sure to tell God what my own plans were.
We are so foolish sometimes to think that our plans are the ones worth following. God gave us unseasonably warm weather, sunshine with clouds that offered reprieve, a landscape that proved challenging and magnificent, and company that proved inspiring and uplifting just by mere presence alone. There was a loose list of things to do, hikes to take, scenes to see. There was also a personal list of things I wanted to accomplish in my quiet time with God. I believed I was going to focus on learning more about my identity in Christ, who I am according to God and what his purpose for my life could be.
Instead, it was as if God just kept reminding me that he gives us rest and that sometimes it is as simple as that. The rest was physical and it was emotional. My mind was not bogged down at night with dreams or weighty thoughts, in fact it was quite the opposite. I had such a clean mind I went to bed around nine and slept a full (as much as you can with a baby) ten hours, only waking a few times to comfort her cries. My phone was on in case of an emergency but the messages were ignored. I was able to fully enjoy the quiet the trail offers without distraction of social media, or Netflix, or life itself. I was enjoying God's artistry in nature but also his artistry when he formed me. He does not create things void of beauty. I came home with the affirmation that God made me a woman who will continue to strive to know the fullness of who God created me to be and it was at rest that I found this pearl.
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| Having a walker who would rather walk. But she soon realized my way was a better way. Much like God's ways are better than ours. |
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| Trusting the most most bumpy of rides. |
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| Once again choosing the most difficult trail to absorb the best view |
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