I took a walk.
While I usually do not have "the time" to walk, I decided I needed to slow down and just walk.
I took this walk to regroup, to breathe, and attempt to grasp what all is happening in my life.
I found the ability to breathe, but I also discovered three other things.
one:
I discovered a boy. This boy was no ordinary boy. This boy was about four years old and he was constructing leaf boats. So patiently he slid a small twig through a folded leaf, explaining that one wrong move could destroy the entire boat. He was making a variety of boats, all different shapes, sizes, and materials to race through the water pipes. Since we have had an excess of water the past days, water was flowing rapidly, so of course that means boat races. His mother was standing near by, so I stood by her watching her son, so passionately, construct little tiny creations with his little fingers and intense eyes.
He showed me patience. He showed me creativity. He showed me the correct leaves to use if ever I race leaf boats.
two:
I discovered a pair of hands. Swaying back and forth, while the feet below were in perfect step with each other. This pair of hands belonged to an elderly couple who seemed to be taking a routine evening walk. With the hand that was not interlocked with each other, they pointed to objects of nature, and smiled ear to ear while doing so. The man seemed shy, but the woman seemed to bring out the life in him with every word spoken.
They showed me love. They showed me that love STILL can be so pure, so rich, so exhilarating, yet so simple. They showed me that simplicity that comes with a simple evening walk, hand in hand, and how it can bring so much joy.
three:
I discovered God's chilling presence. It was mentioned before that I went on this walk to clear my head, to breathe, but while doing so I spoke softly to myself, in hopes that God would hear. I explained my anxiousness, uncertainty, nervousness, joy, gratitude. His ears must of be full of all of the topics I discussed with him. Shortly before the walk was over, I was vulnerable. I used the four letter word that I hate to use. Spoken softly, I asked him for 'help'. Instantly it was almost like he wrapped his arms around me. He took my anxiety, uncertainty, and nerves and threw them away. He insured me that the journeys ahead were in the makings and to just live.
It overtook me.
Tears filled my eyes.
And I knew I was in the right hands.
The hands of God.
He showed me the importance of listening. He showed me the importance of asking for help. He showed me joy.
In the end, while I just went on the walk to clear my head, it resulted in filling my head with new thoughts. Thoughts of positivity, of hope, and of strength, all items that we all may need a little bit extra of at some points through our life.
Blessings be to all,
Sarah Turner
