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.