Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Walking Alone

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. 


Farmgirl Paints said...

I felt like you wrote this just for me. BTW my mom raised me the same way.

Foursons said...

You are in God's country up there for sure. So beautiful and I imagine it must have felt like you were the only person in the world on that trail. Minus the lurking behind every tree axe-murderer that is.

Lisa said...

Oh, I LOVE this! I can so relate to being raised to fear the unknown "dangers" that lurk around every corner, and it is so often hard to enjoy the moment because of that fear. Thank you for reminding me to look for the beauty and trust the One who never leaves our side.

Lisa Buffaloe said...

Beautiful post, Brigetta. He is always there!

Mel Heth said...

Love this post. I have those thoughts sometimes when I'm out hiking alone (in LA nonetheless!) but I'm still here. Beautiful pictures, by the way.