And I am reminded of my journey to the park this afternoon. Of scattering through the grass with my flip flops. Of lazily stepping on the stones that rose just level with the pond water. and watching the tadpoles scatter like cats at the sound of my feet and the cast of my shadow against the moss and the glassy water.
I sat in the middle of a climbing stone staircase, that wound from the pond, around a family of large oak trees, and up to a maze of wide walkways, which were sheltered in by large shrubs. The walkway, plateaued mid-way to the top. And a bench, carved from
stone, was positioned at the edge of the walkway, conveniently shadowed under the care of the largest of the oaks. Upon arriving at said location, I immediately paused and tossed the flops off. I knew this would become my spot for the afternoon. The sun was trying its best to rake through the leaves that weaved together a makeshift hut (from this direction and from that).
I kicked back and lay my head down, perplexed at the pattern of light that is made from the reflection off one single leaf. Sparkle. and Shade. It's amazing how rays of light can make it through such a canopy, and onto the ground, to light up the rose bush, next to my feet.
And it was there where I opened my book and began to ponder the finer things in life, such as enjoying the breeze as it puffed through my shirt, capturing the glow of the sun on my cheeks, and talking to the squirrel, who selfishly crammed two nuts into his mouth, and heavily scattered from one branch to another, with a nervous twitch and an upright tail that held steady as his eyes and his fixed hold onto his lunch.
These are God's blessings. And I am in awe that I am loved, despite my ragamuffin ways. And that His handiwork, could bring me pleasure.
Thank you Father,
I am eternally grateful for this moment.
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