It wasn’t just a quiet place hidden in the curves and turns of a walking trail. It wasn’t just golden wheat undisturbed or giant trees dressing themselves for Spring.
It was her secret place.
The place she walked each day, the place she spent with Jesus. The place she talked and the place she didn’t need to because He knew the innermost cries of her heart.
This was the place we went.
An evening with her children, blessings indeed, each different and beautiful. They exhaled together and just were. These sweet kids monuments to look on and remember God’s goodness.
She saw each of them…that was clear.
She was gentle and kind. She guided their energy and joy and stepped into it with grace.
May we all, like her, have quiet places we call our own. May we cherish our children and intentionally walk with our Lord. May we turn our eye and hearts to the One who made them both. And may we too take time to stop and hold tight to the blessings our lives hold.