I went for a walk last night. A blend of a workout and a nature-walk. Every now and then I like to take a little time to focus on what's going on around me...the smells, the sounds, the sites. And, of course, due to a quirk of mine, I like to touch everything. Haha!...EXCEPT for poison ivy. ;) I decided to venture off last night and walk through an area that had a lot of prairie grasses. I just walked, listened and ran my fingers over the tips of the grasses.
Pure heaven.
And it got me thinking...
As I continue to "become" in my faith and subsequent humanity, I want to be like a prairie grass. (Just go with me on this.) I want to have good roots...firmly grounded...but I don't ever want to have too rigid a stem that I can't move with the wind.
Yep, figurative, but I want my heart to be sensitive to and move according to an eternal rhythm.
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