It gets difficult sometimes. It’s getting more and more difficult each day. Each day it’s getting more difficult to walk, more difficult to walk without confidence that is. Over the last few years I have finally started to listen to some of what The Lord has been saying to me. And that has made life so . . . much . . . BETTER! I’m not saying everything is exactly as I would have it, or that I always get my way or that I always know what I am meant to do and I do it, or that I never hurt anyone. But I am saying that when I started to listen to The Lord and hear the sweet things He has been saying to me, that
I have a Nalgene bottle that I’ve carried with me for years; the bottle is decorated with strings of beads and the beads are in a pattern that mimics Morse code. The second string said “hope” and today it fell off. The string meant little to me, it was simply a trendy word I used when decorating my Nalgene because at the time I couldn’t think of
Today I lost hope. So I learned something today; some childhood thrills remain long into adulthood. As children we in our house would compete to be the first to break into a new food item. To be the first to dig into a new jar of peanut butter was one of the biggest joys in life. To be the first to open the box of cereal meant you got to dig for the prize at the bottom of the box.
I walked today, about 3 1/2 miles. It wasn’t a cardiovascular walk or an aerobic walk; it was more of a stroll. I’m currently near Hamilton, ND, in sugar beet country. It’s FLAT and open; one can see for miles. I find it beautiful here even though I prefer trees and mountains or at least steep hills. But it was a beautiful late fall day, cool but sunny, slight breeze. So i went for a
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