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My Journey To Wisdom


Over the river and through the woods to my college degrees I go.  

Better yet, "Over the hills and through the grasses and on my journey goes.  My God knows the way to direct my sway down the straight and narrow road."

I love knowledge and chase after wisdom and understanding.  I want to know those around me. 

As a young girl growing up on the plains, I felt at home walking through the tall grasses on the prairie top.  

Walking eyes closed, hands open and arms outstretched to caress the feathery tops of the grasses.  Listening to the whispers, rubbing and noises of the wind through them.  Feeling the sun as it relaxed muscles and I soaked in the peace.  I felt God so near.

My mind opened and wondered and was curious. 

 Loving the seasons and the movement of nature with time.  

The animals and humans keeping beat beside them.  Learning the way through the moment.  

Reading the instruction book of the animals and children and nature around me.

Or reading my treasured books within a niche I created in the straw bales or in the manger near my horses.

Then I grew up.  I was told I had to pursue a degree.  In order to teach or counsel, I needed certain classes in certain ways.  So I took classes upon classes.  
The world was full of classes, so I wanted more.

And yet, I was not content.  We can memorize and learn and study all we want.  

If we do not desire wisdom and understand and love....how can we know people?  

In order to teach or counsel or coach...we have to want to know each person.  Being open to learn with each new day.

This came from my initial education.  The one in the grasses on the prairie.

Now I'm ready for a new journey to wisdom.  One of stillness, listening and waiting upon.

A girl makes her plans, but God directs her steps.




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