Susan LaffertyAlarm sounds. Stumble out of bed. Half asleep.
Then, habit kicks in. First word, His Word.
Simple practice. Way of life. Necessary.
And not something I can take for granted. Because distraction is always at the door.
We walk. Blue-skied afternoon. Fallen leaves swirling on the path. Picked up and scattered by the wind.
An after-Thanksgiving-dinner tradition, this walk takes us through shade and cold. To places in the sun. Beside the lake. Where water moves, reflecting rays.
Conversations and laughter accompany this walk. As we breathe cool air in the shifting light.
The evidence of God’s creation and Presence is all around us on that restful stroll through the neighborhood. And I think about the ways God speaks. Breathes. And moves.