This morning I was going to meet a friend at a trail head to hike.
I got up early, anticipating her gentle companionship along the trail, our dogs leading the way.
But, she couldn't make it and so...
I walked alone.
I love to be alone so this normally wouldn't be a problem, but I was a little nervous because I was in the woods with not a soul in sight.
And apparently I've seen too many episodes of Criminal Minds because I started picturing a scary man in the woods, jumping out from the trees with a Tazer and dragging me off in a van.
This also has something to do with my mother always giving me the "worst case scenario" as a child before I ever did ANYthing.
It also has something to do with being raised in LA and not Montana.
My mind is trained to be wary of... well everything.
Luckily, I had my girl with me.
And her excitement to be free on the trail was contagious.
I thought about fear and how it likes to be a thief, and rob us of moments that could be times of peace or joy or gratefulness.
So, I walked the path and looked for beauty to be my companion.
And found it.
I walked smiling at the incredible variety of creation,
at my chocolate girl glancing back at me to make sure I was still there,
at the rain drops making their way through the tree canopy to my skin.
And I thought about new paths that we sometimes must take alone.
But, we aren't alone.
He is always there, just before us, causing flowers to bloom along our path, falling a tree to block the wrong direction, calming us with just the whisper of His name.