This week, my mornings were free. So I would bundle up and step out into 37 degrees, drive to a gravel path along the canal, and start walking north. Each day I would observe more hues of orange, yellow and red. By Thursday, there were numerous baby ducks following their mothers, darting leaves floating along. I discovered an access point to the Museum of Art and a side entrance to the Museum’s neighboring park, filled with quirky metal benches and intricate statues.
In the busy day-to-day, I forget how much I long to be in nature. How nature gives my soul space to rest and to expand. Nature creates no agenda except to linger, to enjoy, to rest, to observe and seek its beauty. All beautiful gifts. As I keep digging into this ancient practice of spiritual direction, I find that this is what I desire all my waking hours to be like. Nature gives me a beautiful glimpse into how God desires to be with me. A relationship in which I linger, He enjoys me and allows me to rest, I seek his beauty both individually and corporately.
Autumn also invites me to examine:
In which ways am I being made more beautiful?
What layers or old habits am I shedding?
More on these questions next post…