In the chill of the air I pull my shoulders up and duck my chin under the thickness of the scarf wrapped around my neck. I notice a silver hair–it’s my mother’s scarf. I also notice my sight has retreated into my thoughts and instead of enjoying beauty on the shore and fresh air, I’m anxious to get home to the fireplace and a piece of chocolate pecan pie.
Slow down, wait for Me.
I don’t even hear the water though the shoreline extends far behind me. So deeply have I retreated into the quiet place I love. Even though I’m thinking about the book I want to get back to, I hear His Voice,
Look up! Now! Lift your eyes and see!
It takes three points of exclamation. But I obey,
In quietness, in solitude I do find my Strength.