I had the day mapped out before me, a neverending to-do list. But I felt God leading me to go for a walk.

“Oh, Lord. I have so much to do.”

I debated. Do I risk slipping further behind and go for a walk or plunge into my list and start treading water?

“Maybe just a quick walk,” I reasoned.

So, I embarked on a hurry-up-and-get-done trek. The air was crisp, and the birds carried on as I stepped out the door. The grass sparkled with dew as I headed to my path, the sunlight slipping through the trees to leave slivers of light on the ground.

That’s when I spotted them – dainty purple wildflowers all along my path. They were everywhere. Mounds of them, a sea of purple. Some might not have noticed, shrugging them off like these things happen, and it’s not a big deal.

But it was a very big deal to me.

These were the flowers I used to pick in my secret garden, where I first met God when I was a little girl, singing songs to Him and playing in the dirt. I’d plucked those delicate blossoms and carried them off to my mom, who beamed and tucked them in a glass of water.

“Thank you,” she’d said.

Now, a much older “little girl,” I literally twirled in those wildflowers and laughed and laughed as my eyes filled. Of course, I said, “Thank You” to my Heavenly Father for loving me enough to paint the grass purple, for turning my mourning – the releasing of my mom into His eternal care – into dancing, and for reminding me that sometimes being still in His presence means taking a walk with Him through wildflowers.

“Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”

Psalm 46:10 NIV.

Oh, precious soul. I pray you step aside from your to-do list when your Heavenly Father wants to spend time with you.

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