Don’t Forget To Look Up
I’m driven.
I see what I want and I get it. Control freak would be a light term to use as a descriptor for my life outlook. Whether it’s work or even taking a walk in my neighborhood, my eyes are firmly glued to my next step.
But his stay glued on me.
He reminded me I was walking on solid flat ground and could look up to see the sky.
It was beautiful.
The leaves on the trees were just starting to turn to a yellow and rust-colored scheme. The sky was smooth light blue for miles, with little puffs of cotton candy clouds. When I took the time to take that in, the rest of the scene came flooding into me, the chirping birds, the crisp crunch of fresh fallen leaves, and the warmth of the hand holding mine so gently.
When I walk alone, I blast music in my earbuds, or I listen to a podcast. I need to be learning and drowning out reality. These tendencies may make me effective, but they starve me of my ability to relax and remain soft to change around me.
He is my reminder to trust my feet to take the next step for me. They haven’t failed me yet, and I don’t want to miss another moment with a perfect sky.
Moments I remembered to look up:
“The Lord directs our steps, so why try to understand everything along the way?”
Proverbs 20:24
Grace Gurley 