Piles of Leaves
The kids wake up. I get them breakfast. I let them watch a show (don’t judge). I set out on a morning walk. This isn’t a strolling walk- or I would make the kids come with me. This is a brisk, huffing and puffing walk. I listen to a podcast- something for me. I breathe the brisk, morning air. As my body stretches and aches with each uphill step, my brain awakens. My eyes are drawn to changes in nature. I hear God’s still, small voice. Every day, God meets me on these walks. I’ve grown to cherish these moments in the morning. This morning was dreary. Cloudy. Foggy. There was a stickiness in the air as humidity has set in. As I set out, I noticed the leaves that had fallen with our rain storm last night. I observed that instead of leaves being all over the ground as one would have expected from a heavy rain, they were clumped in piles along the road. It looked like someone had taken the time to rake hundreds of little piles only big enough