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To the Top of the Hill and Back Again!


I needed a few minutes to myself last night...in the quiet.  In my secret place.  

So I went to the top of the hill with my horses along.  In my flip flops and sundress, I followed a game trail around the yucca and cactus to the top to sit in the tall ripening grasses.  

They with their heads down and noses pushing through the dead weeds to the best grasses near the ground.  I with my seat on the ground (after checking for ants and cactus) with the grass level with my shoulders and eyes.

Hmmm my secret place on top of the hill.  Grasshoppers, crickets and a waning cicada or two and the munching of my girls.  The sun was slowly sinking and that soft light surrounded us that only evening can bring.

Deer nest, coyote and fox droppings and tracks everywhere and me.  I've been contemplating God as our Shepherd and what that really looks like and feels like.  Do I really trust Him with All of my Heart as I'm teaching our youth?  

My heart flies to Joshua somewhere in the ocean and fear begins to grip my heart........I hear the munching of the horses again...and I know that God is our Shepherd.  He gathers and watches and protects His own.  Comfort and peace settles again knowing that my children can never go out of His presence even though I want them in mine!!!

After coming home and picking up "God Calling" and flipping to September 17th, I read: "Show us your way, O Lord, and let us walk in your paths.  You are doing so.  This is the way.  The way of uncertain future and faltering steps.  It is my way...  Put all fear of the future aside.  Know that you will be led.  Know that you will be shown.  I have promised."


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