The sky keeps her secret well and the white skins of the sycamores glisten under the soft yellow-green of unfolding leaves. Tiny yellow blooms lace the floor of the forest out my window and the hills up ahead kiss the dewy softness of the white sky. The rain will come later but this anticipation of it…it awakens all the dry places inside.
It’s one of our favorite things—this sitting side-by-side, watching the world go by. Motoring to a new place, an old place—an old-new place—this unravels all the strings that bind. And the feeling of freedom is all the sweeter because we are together.
He puts in some new music and we don’t need to talk…just listen. And I look out the window at the beauty of my Father’s world and try on words in my head. There is no glamour in the long drive, no big places or adrenaline rush moments. Just this…quiet joy.
And when he takes my hand, twines his fingers around mine…there is no place I would rather be.
How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us: