I am trying to form a habit of writing everyday something I have not done before. My hope is that my writing will become inspirational and encouraging to others as He wants it to be. I can tell you I will not be posting everyday but I will be writing each and everyday. My goal is to increase my posting to more than once a week. No promises though.
Crossing the Threshold
Aw, I can feel it already! My muscles are beginning to relax and loosen up, my shoulders are dropping a bit, deep slow breaths now, aw, and this is so nice! Oh, to feel the sweeping of the fresh summer breeze across my bare calves, across my forearms, and now resting on my cheeks is like heaven. Back and forth, back and forth to the humming of, “I come to the Garden alone…,” back and forth I go. Breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth is so soothing to my soul, finally I get to rest a while.
As I look out I can barely see him peeking through the picturesque purple pansies. I only see the tips of his black ears nestled in the wing of my garden angel that is snuggled in a blanket of purple. Capturing the sweetness of my little black kitten in the pansies my heart fills with joy. My eyes meander to the right of that sweetness and become mesmerized by the carefully ordained rock fireplace which is adorned with fresh brushed strokes of ash. The oak remnants from the night before form the bed of ashes that no longer will dance in the night.
Back and forth, back and forth rhythmically humming, “while the dew is still on the roses…,” back and forth breathing in His peace and breathing out His praise. Oh, how I love crossing the threshold of this old campground it brings an immeasurable sense of peace to me. Back and forth, back and forth, “and the voice I hear falling on my ear.” Aw, His peace!