I used to walk to and from places a lot as a kid. Often the same route and routine. It got old. Real old. To lessen the "misery," I would play games like skipping, counting squares in the cement, and walking with my head down in hopes that when I looked up I'd be almost there.
I still walk a lot. Often the same routes and routines. It gets old sometimes too, even though I choose and really love to walk. I still play games sometimes to make the trip more enjoyable. I look down often, hoping that when I look up I am almost there.
On my walks this week, with all the crazy amounts of snow falling, the snow looked like glistening chips of glass or crushed diamonds. Soft snowflakes like pure white cotton candy. I looked down a lot so I wouldnt slip and fall. Even some snow tire tracks were interesting.
While drawing, painting, and working, I do a type of walking in my thinking and praying. Often yearning to God, "Am I almost there?"
"Trust in the Lord with with all your heart; and lean not unto your understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths" (Proverbs 3:5,6).
Looking up, I find with Jesus, I am almost there.