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Friday, June 15, 2012
Five Minutes: Path
Each week Gypsy Mama chooses a word to write about for five minutes. No editing, stream of consciousness. Today's word is: Path.
Ready. Set. Write.
The sun is shining brightly and the breeze is blowing. As I step outside my quaint cottage tucked away in the shady tree nook of the mountain, I follow the path to my special place. The well-worn path reveals the daily treks to this quiet place, always allowing me to find my way everytime.
As I travel down the path, I notice all of God's creations - from blooming flowers to singing birds, and as I get closer to my destination, I smell a whiff of the glory to come. At the end of the path there is a garden gate. I unlatch the wooden entry and follow the path in to an encircled home of radiant flowers with vibrant colors and aromatic fragrance. Just taking a deep breath is refreshing allowing me to leave the stress and worries of reality behind.
The path twists and turns throughout this lovely garden until I stop upon my special place...my garden swing. The place where I can find refuge and peace. That place where I can have long conversations with my Creator about the largest of problems, to the smallest of niggly issues. He listens as I talk. I listen for His Voice. I share my hopes and dreams, which all seem a little bit closer to reality in such a perfect place. I cherish the path that leads to my little garden of hope.