The dripping of the rain down the spouts, the gentile mist kissing your face, the cool air caressing your skin, there is something soothing about a walk; the rhythm to which you walk and the soft thud of your feet on the ground (or loud thud depending on your boots). Often I catch myself daydreaming about long walks down the Riverside lanes.
But here, even in a walk there is something marvelously beautiful. Something, which should astound us and cause us to fall on our knees and worship; something so mundane and so ordinary we look over it time and time again, the simple fact that you can walk.
These boring things that take up most of our time, these easy task we’ve done since we were living. The things that never cross our minds and rarely (if ever) cross our worship, drawing breath and growing hair, talking and seeing, hearing and touching.
Simply put you feel the penny in your hand and the breeze on your face therefore, “…He upholds the universe by the word of his power” (Heb. 1:3) should take on new life and invigorate your life, which is worship. Worship well your Sustainer.
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