Saturday, January 22, 2011

mercy walk

 I bundled up to take a walk this afternoon just as the sun was hitting the point I like to familiarly call sinking fast.  I stuffed my wool hand-knitted socks into my *Merrells*, pulled a wool hat over my head, covered my hands with fingerless mitts and a pair of red gloves, and without hesitation decided my long black coat would not be a hindrance but would, in fact, be perfect to preserve body heat on this cold  Saturday in January.

My spirit became somewhat pin-pricked this afternoon, therefore, praying and walking was my remedy to restore contentment and peace. Singing songs of praise as I walked, meditating and praying His Word. Like a blanket, a magnitude of peace and grace came floating down from above and landed on me, tears of comfort welled up in my eyes. I could not think of any better place I wanted to be at that time....smack dab in His will.


Life In a Little House said...

I did this as well a few days ago. I think this is a wonderful idea. I know when something is bothering me a positive thing to do is strap on those walking shoes and walk and pray and when I come home I always feel better. Great way to allow the Lord to refresh and renew us ~Blessings I hope your walk brought health and peace to you ~Love Heather

Carolina Gal said...

I walk on my treadmill and pray. Not as much to see as your walk, but I don't have a great area for walking around here.
As you are caring for a loved one, these times become so important. A renewing and refreshing of your spirit is just what is needed.

crochet lady said...

Walking and praying is a combination that soothes the soul.

The dB family said...

Walking is very therapeutic. Both for the body and the soul. I'm so glad it was a time a renewal and refreshment for you and that you could feel you are in His will. May the Lord continue to give you strength and comfort.

Hugs and blessings!

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