Today’s post is Part of a 31 Day writing series where I will choose moments from my life and let them be my writing prompt for the day. Click on the button to the left for the complete series.
Today I had a free afternoon so I walked next door to my parents to spend some time with them. It was a gorgeous day so we decided to take a drive to the city park. My father also wanted to stop by the site where my brother is building a new house and the farm to pick something up, so we went that direction first and ended our drive at the park. I took several pictures while we were out and about, so thought I’d share them with you.
It was a beautiful outing, but later in the early evening I became a little stressed and frazzled, so spent some time talking to God. I felt that I needed to be sustained and restored. Sometimes, we let the busy and the interruptions handle us instead of turning them over to God. I often struggle to find the balance between what is needed of me and what I need. Maybe that happens to you as well?
Sitting down to look over the pictures taken earlier in the day helped restore the beauty and during my talk with God I was reminded of these verses from Psalm 51:
Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord. Psalm 150:6
Today was a beautiful Monday. Even though the temperature was a little warmer than this time of year calls for, it was a low humidity day, so very pleasant. When Rocky came home from work we went to the park for a walk. Two laps is a mile. I did not make two laps today. It has been a while since I walked and I was breaking in new walking shoes, so opted to take it slow and easy. I did one lap and a small stretch in the parking lot. Rested. Then, did a few laps in the picnic shelter. When not walking, I enjoyed sitting at one of the tables looking out over the countryside.
Towards the end of the walk there is a fairly steep (at least to me) hill to climb. I usually turn on this hill and walk a few steps backwards. This affords quite a beautiful view of the surrounding hillsides. In the middle of one little hilltop there is a charming barn with a silo standing at attention as if on guard. It was quite idyllic with white clouds floating in blue sky, balmy breeze and birds chirping. I, of course, did not have a camera to capture the view, so you’ll just have to paint a picture in your mind with my words.
That is one of the things I love about words that are written. It gives me a chance to use my imagination. I can picture the barn and silo the way I want them to look. I can make the barn any color I choose, or even weathered gray with a tin roof all rusty around the edges (my favorite, I think). The silo can be stone, or galvanized metal; new or timeworn. The sky can be whatever shade of blue I need it to be and the clouds can take on shapes that spark further fantastical imaginings. And the bird song. Sweet melodies composed just for me.