{"id":4220,"date":"2015-07-25T11:47:05","date_gmt":"2015-07-25T15:47:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/debmillswriter.com\/?p=4220"},"modified":"2015-07-25T11:47:05","modified_gmt":"2015-07-25T15:47:05","slug":"a-walk-in-the-wild-or-a-walk-in-the-park-very-near-the-main-road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/debmillswriter.com\/?p=4220","title":{"rendered":"A Walk in the Wild – Or a Walk in the Park Very Near the Main Road"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Ask the beasts, and they will teach you;\u00a0the birds of the heavens, and they will tell you;\u00a0<\/span><\/span>or the bushes of the earth, and they will teach you; <\/span><\/em>and the fish of the sea will declare to you.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/sup>Who among all these does not now\u00a0<\/span>that the hand of the Lord<\/span> has done this?\u00a0<\/span><\/span>In His hand is the life of every living thing\u00a0<\/span><\/em>and the breath of all mankind.<\/span><\/span> – Job 12:7-10<\/a><\/p>\n

Sometimes, we all just need to get away. To hear quiet again; to see green and rocks and wild creatures; to refresh our senses and regain perspective. My husband was, in years past, an avid outdoorsman – fishing, hunting, hiking, biking all reset his week as a younger man. I myself can do all that inside my house, with a book, a look outside, a cup of coffee, and maybe a phone call with a friend.<\/p>\n

This week we took a couple of days and got out of town. Not deep into the mountains. No equipment needed. Just a couple of days out the door with our sneakers on. It’s been a week of sorting through life\u00a0– and our minds were tired. We have had a lot of work stuff going on and just lost a dear friend to cancer this week…clearing our heads seemed a good idea…and it was.<\/p>\n

We walked in the woods. Sometimes by a stream. Cool beneath the trees on a hot summer day. The sun’s light pushing through in places.<\/p>\n

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There’s a sweet mystery in hiking…even with well-marked trails, you don’t know what you’ll find exactly, at the turn ahead, around the bend. In the quiet and the green, there’s room to think.\"2015<\/a>Of course, I didn’t just think about God and His amazing world He’s given us to steward. I thought of deer ticks, and bears, and snakes. Hard to keep an “indoorsy” gal’s mind from hopping over those possibilities. Especially when the trail marking also pointed to which direction went nearest the local hospital. We went that way…also because, in truth, it was marked “extreme difficulty” rather than “most difficult”.<\/p>\n

No worries. We walked a long way without any of the crittery wildness of nature imposing itself on us. In fact, the biggest danger\u00a0was my own propensity for falling down – which I’ve done in major cities around the world, and sometimes on hiking trails. This was a bitty bit of our walk in the wild that day – tripping on a rock and rolling into the bushes beside the path, uninjured, thankfully. I thought of the kids who would always say, “Mom, don’t run. Mom, be careful.” It made me smile as I picked myself up out of the briars, with Dave’s help. And on we went. Glad for a walking partner and no twisted ankles.<\/p>\n

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It was a sweet day, and a much-needed time away…a healing time.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0The next morning, we needed to get back early. There were budget meetings and other commitments. It was all we needed this one full day…and still the Lord, in His generosity gave us this sunrise to go.<\/span>\"2015<\/a>\"2015<\/a>\"2015<\/a><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/a>When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained; What is man that You take thought of him, And the son of man that You care for him? – <\/span><\/em>Psalm 8:3-4<\/span><\/u><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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I hope you get a walk in the wild this summer…or even a walk in the park (or backyard) near the main road. God is there to meet us, as He is with our cup of coffee and book.\u00a0 It seems we sometimes stop short of worshipping God in His creation. We soak in the gift without acknowledging the Giver. This time away, processing the great gift of our friend<\/a>, and the great gift of nature, gave sweet clarity…to the other of life before us.<\/p>\n

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…all to His glory and majesty.<\/p>\n