The time on the path, in fall sunshine, in shirt sleeves with my gnarled stick was refreshing and inspiring. I was alone with God, which gave me time to talk to God in an out loud voice. That too is refreshing and empowering.
The time on the path, with falling leaves, with falling acorns, with scampering squirrels gave me time to revisit and listen to God's whispers. If you can stop and step away from all of the noise and ground clutter God is there patiently waiting.
I can now face the rest of the week, the rest of the month, the rest of the year, but I know that I will have to revisit the path and God waiting there.
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