Tuesday, February 09, 2021
In addition to keeping our dog, Sugar, in an ecstatic state every morning when she sees me come out of the cabin in my tennis shoes, I am rediscovering the joys of walking here in the mountains. I had forgotten so many things. Something about nature always realigns things in my life. My walk begins with a steep incline, but once I make that turn onto the dirt road off the blacktop, something almost magical happens. Right there it is . . . a shady, treed canopy . . . an oasis of beauty and peace. There is really no other way to explain it . . . my sweet spot. Once there, stress melts away and I feel God's presence wrap around me. Some things are so beautiful that they exude the very presence of the Creator. That's when my walk truly begins. This route takes me through many inclines and declines and over rough, rocky, challenging paths. Sometimes in dry season (which is now), Sugar and I stir up such a cloud of dust, one might think I was Pig-Pen. When it is hotter, the sun beats down hard upon my fair skin. Yet one thing is sure: my trek home always leads me back through that sweet spot.
I am amazed that I had forgotten what peace and joy that little stretch brings me. How could I have forgotten the weary places within me that it restores and refreshes? Truly it is God's presence which does this within me, but something about that place makes it easier to feel His wonderful presence.
Probably within the next year, we will move from here. I will not walk this odd little dirt road more. But I know I will find a new sweet spot. I will hunt for it; I will know when I am there.
This life journey has bumpy roads, confusing paths, and difficult encounters. I could make a list of many. I choose instead to enjoy the sweet spots He gives me along the way and treasure the restoration He brings me through them.
Have you found your "sweet spot?" Treasure it and let the work within begin.