Something about Sunday afternoons. There's a sort of naive invincibility to it. I took a walk today with someone that's close to me. I haven't taken a walk in a long time. Usually, when I want to think, I go on a motorcycle ride. But today, I slowed it down. You can see a lot of God when you doing 50 down a back road, but you can see a lot of Him too when you walking with someone else's hand in yours under the canopy of green tree tops that sit just below a uniformly blue sky. I'm not sure what it is about Sunday afternoons that let you look at the two terrifyingly busy weeks ahead and welcome it with the kind of abandon that should only exist during the carefree weeks of summer break. Whatever it is, I'm a fan. I don't have time to stress out--life's too important. There are things in life that I know I'm called to, but if I focus too much on next year, next month, next week, or even tomorrow, then I miss today. And I can't ever get today back. God has this way of reminding me of this sometimes. Today it was with a walk. With contrast. With a sleepy goodbye. With fall. With grace. With understanding. I can't exactly explain how, but trust me, He did. There's a lot more in store for me than stress. I want to be able to slow down. I want to see the subtleties that God laces into the earth that often time go unnoticed. I want to see what I normally miss, 'cause I feel like God has a lot more in store than what I realize. Sometimes I guess it just takes a Sunday afternoon to realize that.
