Several mornings a week, I get up early and walk. The world is different early in the day. Cool air whispers against your skin, faint mists float through the trees, the dew still sits heavily on the earth. The dew was thick this morning, outlining web after web. It was almost magical seeing hundreds of webs throughout the field and yard.
This is what I’ll miss most about school starting back tomorrow – my walk and talks. During these early morning walks, with the beauty of the earth surrounding me, I feel closer to God than any other time during the day. His magestic beauty does something to my soul. For that thirty minutes, I pour out my gratitude, my sorrows, my worries, and for that thirty minutes, I feel Him right there with me saying I’ve got you.