Yesterday God blessed me by taking me on a walk. I got to spend about an hour to an hour and a half, walking the streets of one of my favorite areas here in Portland, being buffeted, proded and embraced by the wind and the rain and the cold. My soul was as numb that day as any time I remember, and to have the constant reminders of God's presence that wind and rain are to me, accompany me on my walk, was very much a blessing from God. I have no doubt that He was with me.
It's funny: Cold and rain are pretty depressing to me when I'm inside, but when I'm out in them, all of a sudden, the cold is God breathing into my lungs, the wind is His embrace and the rain is His consistent reminder that I am alive and real and so is He.
So thank God for walks, I guess is the moral. Though, actually, I know what I mean is thank God that He is God and He is with us. [amen]
For other examples of beautiful things that can happen on a walk please see:
Holy Ground (A Walk Taken By BDT)
Tonight (A Walk Taken By the Queen of Arts and England)
Thoughts about an (almost) Autumn day (A Walk Taken By My Own, Dear Sister — And Me! [And Eucharisto and Tuesday's Child and Dobbin too for that matter.])