Gentle Journey

Category: Zoe's Blog Published: Friday, 14 March 2014 Written by Granny Plaid Pants

What was he witnessing? Something simple, warm, intimate, genuine; this was holy.” The Shack, by Wm. Paul Young

I met God in the yard this morning. Though that’s not uncommon for me, this was certainly an uncommon morning. You see, it’s still winter in Michigan. Snow is everywhere, temps not the normal ones associated with sitting on a swing with a cup of coffee. It’s the second day after the beginning of this season’s daylight saving time and a lock-in at church with fourteen girls. It’s the first Monday of Lent. Got the image in your mind?

It’s all in the details... a perfect beginning to my Lenten journey. The sun is shining. I can hear a sand hill crane in the snow-covered wetland across the road, for the first time this season. I’m learning to notice different flight patterns in birds and comparing those to moments of my faith journey. There are gliders, catching the perfect updraft and playfully sailing through the sky with little effort. There are other ones moving up and down in their flight pattern to go the distance.

Watching with me is Miss Kitty. She’s sitting contentedly in my lap with her motor going full volume. She loves the swing… it’s the place she chose to enter our lives when she was just a young, feral kitten.

Thank you, Papa God, for this simple, warm, intimate, genuine moment. Thank you for this holy journey!

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