I will lift up my mine eyes to the hills...
Psalms 12:1
Hiking the rain softened trail, it's easy to be lost in the stones beneath my feet. Step by step, I skip to a more secure boulder, and swing my legs over a fallen branch. The soft morning air brushes the wild flowers that dance at the edge of the path. Stopping for pictures, stopping for breath, I lift my eyes to the beauty that almost overwhelms me.
It's a pleasant walk, within the radius of my arms. I could stay here quite happily, engulfed in the trees and the flowers and the sounds of the birds. Yet the glory lies just outside that self imposed bubble.
How often do I forget to stop,
to lift my eyes,
and to embrace the gifts that surround me?
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