Stepping into the sanctuary
Hot and humid today on this fine August morning, starting out at a balmy 79°. As the sun made its way onto the scene from my view on the patio, patches of clouds were attempting to block its entrance onto the stage. Thankfully the clouds are winning at present moment, giving us cover from the intense heat.
I’m moving sheep back and forth daily these days, rotating them to the lush, green pasture of mixed grasses and weeds they love. I was a little late attending to them this morning, having had an extended time in the Lord, taking in Psalm 19 and Proverbs 14 outside on the patio. I never tire of that!
Since I was late moving the sheep, they had settled for their first breakfast on the far side of the woods. I called and called them, over and over, and eventually hearing a vocal response, which shortly turned into a fast-moving white stampede headed my way. They followed me through the first gate, happy to see me, but lollygagged their way through the second gate to the large field. It took some coaxing, but they finally relented and entered their lush buffet for the day.
Not long after getting the sheep moved Mrs. Katrina joined me and we departed for our morning bike ride. As we road along our six-mile journey the wind on our faces felt good, much better than walking would have in this warm air. Our destination – the creek!
About halfway into our ride we arrived at the creek at one of our usual spots along the way. Under solid cloud cover we took our stepping-stone stroll down the creek, carefully placing each step, leaping and jumping to our sanctuary. The water was steadily flowing, providing a pleasant trickle to our ears. Hot and still, we settled into the presence of the Lord, sharing our petitions with Him and each other, just the three of us there. Sweating profusely from the ride there, I sat and fanned myself with my ball cap as we talked and prayed. God brought a cool breeze into our midst, a pleasant surprise to my body and soul.
The time had come for us to bid farewell to our home away from home, the blessed creek. The minnows, clear water, birds and rocks will have to wait for our return on another day. What a gift from God for us to have flowing water in the midst of August. His plentiful rain is a reminder that He is always faithful, always loves us, always provides.
Upon our return, the sheep were happily grazing in the field. They have been provided for as well! Maybe they need a whisper in their ear as to Who provides all this bounty.
Perhaps we all do.