I took a walk today. A light joy cruise to a nearby bookstore to read. Read until my eyes blurred and my stomach stirred. But the walk, that's what made me think. (Funny huh? Like going to a concert and liking the radio on the drive home more than the live band.)
And I thought, why not walk everyday? I live in a place free from the grasp of the ice-tyrant Old Man Winter. The scenery is better than the unending flatness that is Kansas (where you can see the back of your head if you stand on your tiptoes). So why not walk? The bids chirp past, fluttering through trees and flirting with each other. The sun duets with the breeze to keep my skin perfectly content. The legs rejoice with the exercise. Why don't we all get up and go walking more often?
Sometimes, it seems we go galloping past real pleasures towards whatever goal we have convinced ourselves will make us happy. But you cannot manufacture happiness. It comes from a source outside yourself. Joy has been created and stuffed into the world. It is all around you while you listen to your iPod. It is the blur you speed by on your way to the mall. It is what used to be called magic. It is deep and obvious and ignored. But even that joy is a mud puddle compared to the source of that joy. After all, if joy was created and the world was stuffed, then who created...who stuffed? Whoever He is, He has real joy to give. And I know His name.
There is more happiness to be found in one ounce of God's nature than in ten tons of our materialism. And there is more joy in one day of fellowship with His Son than in 1,000 days of nature.
#21 Books in cozy corners
#22 Sunlight on typeprint
#23 Sunlight anywhere
#24 Birds all-a-tizzy with one another
#25 Wind grazing treetops and drifters
#26 The warmth of the Son
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