I love the little blessings
that God hides for us in everyday life. I wonder how many we overlook
or fail to appropriate.
It had rained most of
the previous night and much of the day when I drove home after work
one evening in early spring. My plans for the evening had been dampened.
It was the second day of daylight-saving time, a time I relish because
I can work relatively late and still get home in time to walk the
unlit trails nearby.
My wife, Peggy, was away
and I didnt want to pass up the opportunity for exercise and
fresh air. So, when there was a slight break in the weather, I grabbed
my windbreaker, made sure there was an umbrella in the car, and
rushed out to the South Creek Trail. It was misty and a little cold
when I started off for a walk that lasted about an hour. In the
recent days of early spring, there had been quite a number of people
on the trail each night. But today, daunted by perceived inclement
weather, they did not come. I had no company.
But the cool mist was
refreshing, and the walk was exhilarating.
Their loss, I thought.
Walking in the cool mist
along the stream reminded me of one of my favorite memories
cold, misty January mornings wading the American River in California,
casting spinners for steelhead. It was never as uncomfortable as
people thought it would be. I liked it as much for the solitude
as for the fact that I love fishing and Gods great outdoors.
miss the best experiences. Their loss. Just like my walk that day.
People miss a lot by assuming things are worse than they are. Inside.
Watching television. When God has created a world full of natural
wonders for our enjoyment. Id rather be walking by a stream
even in drizzle.
I never did open the
umbrella. A few minutes after I got home, the skies opened and it
poured. Timed it just right. Couldve missed a blessing, but
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