In Which Pacing Became a Prayer Walk

The phone call was expected.

Those minutes encased an unsettling conversation that led to tears that streamed with a sadness ever so subtly interlaced with fear of worst case scenarios.

And then I wandered aimlessly to the back porch pacing, back and forth, forth and back. An odd activity for me, for sure.  But the slow rhythmic strides seemed to settle my numb heart, somehow cocooning it, cradling it.  The quiet steps soon morphed into the sweetest of prayer walks, a most comforting companion as I sorted through troubling news with the Lover of my soul.

Prayer.  This, the sacred sifting and releasing of cascading emotions through the filter of an everyday faith.  And an attentive listening for His sacred response.

Conversing with God settled my soul, calmed my mind.  And it suddenly dawned on me that a profound peace had descended like a gentle dove, landing on me, drifting through me, touching some aching place deep within.

I settled deep into a chair and watched the birds come and go, grazing purposefully at the feeders that gently swayed in the afternoon breezes.  And it hit me that the peace that had come to the forefront left no room for those fearful worst case scenarios.  For His Spirit had opened the floodgates of all that indwelling Son-ripened fruit of the soul, and the awaiting joy and peace overrode the dreadful wisps that had already faded into the far distance.

And in the silence and solitude, my precious Savior wrapped me gently close to Himself, whispering, 'peace I leave with you, My peace I give you.  I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your heart be troubled and do not be afraid.'

* doing life with Kristen  .  Holley  .  Kelli