woods walk wednesday

This wednesday I was struggling with hanging on to my joy. After not sleeping well for several nights the extra amount of fatigue was sucking me down. My kids were going beserk and every noise they made felt like it echoed in my head. I missed my husband...terribly. I ached to be able to just sit and talk with him. I was so looking forward to my regular wednesday time with my favorite Kim only to find that all three of her boys were up all night sick. Poor boys, poor Kim and then "poor me". Loneliness began to creep in and was only magnified by the busyness of everyone I reached out to. This was not my day anymore. Not the day I had planned or hoped for. It was being pulled away from me and the tighter I gripped it the more it squeezed out from between my fingers. Lies began to swirl around in my head. I felt attacked from all sides and I knew I needed to go. I looked outside and sure enough, "thank you God for this sunny day".

I am so thankful for sunny days no matter what time of year it is. But there is something extra fresh and special about a clear fall day to me. It's like an early morning on the farm. It just revives your soul.




I called my dear friend Heather and her ability to be spontaneous did not dissapoint. I have always loved that about her. So we met at Clear Creek Trail and set out. We caught up on each others lives, we played with my camera, we laughed at Adrian's antics and marveled at how content Nathan is to just sit in the stroller and be walked. Lincoln slept peacefully for a good chunk of the walk and the quiet sunshine filled my soul.

It's later in fall so a lot of the dramatic colors are gone but there are still a few beauties hanging on for dear life. It's like they are waiting for someone to whisper to them "just let go". Sometimes I need someone to do that for me when I'm clinging to the things in this life that seem so important tighter than I'm clinging to Jesus. "Just let go Michelle. I'll catch you" he says.

And when I do is when he is able to show me what HE has in mind.



The way He meets me where I'm at and lifts me up is so beautiful. Thank you Jesus for this beautiful day. Thank you for the sweet smiles of my rowdy boys and the companionship of someone who knows me pretty well and loves me anyway.

My joy was restored because God is faithful. I even got some exercise out of it all. Submitting all of the details of my day to God is an ever progressing journey that I am hopeful will become more and more natural to me. Until then I will take one day at a time and trust that when I need someone to whisper to me "let go" that He will faithfully provide that voice.