When January offers a day with temperatures above 65° F, I believe it is God’s way of telling me to get outside and enjoy His handiwork. I grab my boots, jump in the truck, and head to the woods. A long hike is a great way to clear the mind. I’ve added a pen and note pad to my pack along with the first aid kit and knife. Ideas pop into my head at odd times and I need to capture those thoughts in writing before they fade away. Don’t laugh. I don’t know if it’s a condition caused by age or the sheer volume of data stuffed into my brain over the years.
The woods have a different feel with each season. In winter the brown leaves on the beech trees whisper in the wind. Most trees are bare and the ferns enjoy the spotlight for a short while.
On our morning trek, the fog was heavy after a cool night. Sounds carry a long way and it’s easy to hear the packs of joggers yelling back and forth on the trails. I guess they didn’t come to the woods for quiet and solitude.
Shawn commented how far she could see once the fog cleared and I enjoyed the fact we weren’t swatting bugs. Should the mosquito replace the honey bee as the state insect of North Carolina? We strolled through the grove of holly trees where our daughters entertained us on many hikes. Amanda and Michelle called them “Holy Trees” and folded their hands in reverence as we passed through the cathedral like monks on a pilgrimage. We still enjoy a laugh from that memory.
Many years ago a workman stacked stones to make a wall. The purpose was to capture rain water in a small pond, perhaps for irrigation. The need for the wall is lost in history and the pond behind is filled with silt. But the wall still stands. It lasted years beyond the one who built it.
Our work, our efforts, and our way of living are leaving a record behind us. Long after we’re gone someone may remember us.
Join God for a walk in His creation. Think about the wall you’re building. What are we leaving behind?