Wednesday was a full day of extended hours at work...impossible time of year. However, I was determined to pause, take a walk, and quietly listen and see God in the early evening hours walking in the fields near our farm.
It was a humble journey, nothing specular, yet, God seemed to open my eyes to beauty that surrounds me and mostly is unacknowledged in my normal routine. The sky was amazing...clouds with sunbeams bursting through. Wildflowers randomly springing from the ditch grasses, corn tall and stately, and the crocked gravel path leading to our cattle pasture.
My c
amera captured elements of the display...but my heart was the real depository of the beauty. As I observed one thing after another several truths of scripture were etched in my mind. Luke 12:22-34 continues to resound with me."Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don't fuss with their appearance—but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never even seen, don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? "
Luke 12:25-28 The Message
Trusting Him with all things, all situations is what honors Him most...He nudged me, reminded me and assured me that He is in all the details, even providing a time of beauty and reflection at the end of a too busy day.
I treasure my times with Him when I deliberately listen to Him in the quiet whisper of the breezes of East Central Illinois.
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