Looking Up

I took a walk tonight--well, it's time for the "yikes, it's almost time to pull out the bathing suit and can't hide behind the bulky sweaters anymore," season, so I'm walking. I realize I need to do more than walk, but it's a start!

I took my iPod with me and listened to a new praise and worship album. As I was walking, I realized something, I rarely look up. I guess I look down just be sure I don't step on or in something. But I miss a lot! So, I decided that I would make myself look up and see what I was missing. I saw the setting sun through the leafless tree, squirrels climbing to their nests, the water of the swollen stream rushing over the rocks. I saw trees just starting to bud and some with a little green, there were flowers daring to bloom; I saw potential. Potential for what is to come, of the beauty beneath--all these long months of seemingly bareness will give way to beauty and fullness.

How often I feel like that--barren and empty. Does it come from not looking up enough? From not trusting? Perhaps. Have you ever questioned your potential? We all have it right? Sometimes during the "winter" it's hard to see that there's more--more lying beneath was is seen.

What season are you in? I think I know where I am...