A Walk in the Park
The other day I took a walk in the park. An ordinary everyday walk.
It was a chilly afternoon and the wind started to pick up. I pulled my coat tight around me and then something special happened. I met God. Only I didn't know it was him at first. (No I haven't gone off the deep end- give me a break and just go with me here okay).
He ran out to greet me, smile on his face. Only He wasn't a he, He was a she. She was about seven and had stringy brown hair and big dark eyes. She approached me and immediately struck up a lively conversation. She told me how she thought that particular park was boring and explained how she had to be there that day because she lives in her motorhome and they have to move it everyday. I looked down at her and noticed her barefeet. Her eyes then lit up as she looked at me and shared how soon she'd be moving into a real apartment with her family. Then she waved at me and glanced back over her shoulder as she ran off towards her motorhome with her sisters. Laughing.
Back at home, my house was warm, a fire blazed in the hearth. My family and I sat down at the table and had pot roast with potatoes and carrots and big hunks of warm bread slathered with butter.
And we shared and talked. And we loved.
Later when it was time for bed, after bedtime prayers and goodnight kisses, I curled up my underneath my nice warm blankets. And in the quiet of the night I closed my eyes and remembered Him.
You see- sometimes when you meet God you don't know it's him at first. But when He makes himself known to you, His presence lingers and He drifts back to you in your thoughts, and your eyes are opened. And you remember.
Because He's unforgettable.
Keep your eyes open and keep moving forward.
With loving thoughts,