I went running today.
The weather was cool, I was home earlier than all of last week, and I needed a shower anyway.
I smelled woodsmoke from someone's fire and apples as I ran past someone's apple tree.
Running here makes me feel like a wuss because there are hills - whereas in Texas and Louisiana where I used to run it was flat. It doesn't help that I live at the top of a hill, so no matter which way I go, I have to finish by going up hill.
The part that really made my run good was that I saw 5 or more deer. I slowed down - even though I was going downhill - to let them cross the road in front of me. When I came back down the road later I saw one again. I'm not sure if it was another one or the same one. I am not sure when, if ever, I have been that close to deer. It reminds me of having a bear cross the road in front of dad and I while we were biking one summer. Even stranger was the day I had an alligator cross the road in front of me while I was driving.
I am thankful for a healthy body, a beautiful area in which to live, and the variety of God's creation.
Gotta love creation and the story it tells!
ReplyDeleteThat is why I like Brian Doerksen's song "Creation Calls":
I have felt the wind blow
Whispering, your name
I have seen your tears fall
When, I watch the rain
(Refrain).
How could I say there is no God ?
When all around creation calls !
A singing bird,
a mighty tree,
The vast expanse of open sea
Gazing at a bird in flight
Soaring, through the air.
Lying down beneath the stars,
I feel your presence there.
I love to stand at ocean shore
And feel the thundering breakers roar,
To walk through golden fields of grain
'Neath endless blue horizon's frame.
Listening to a river run,
Watering the Earth.
Fragrance of a rose in bloom,
A newborns cry at birth
(Refrain).
How could I say there is no God ?
When all around creation calls !
A singing bird,
a mighty tree,
The vast expanse of open sea
I love to stand at ocean shore
And feel the thundering breakers roar,
To walk through golden fields of grain
'Neath endless blue horizon's frame.
I believe
I believe
I believe
[Interlude]:
I believe
I believe
I believe
just like a child
(ChoirI believe )...
I believe