So I was walking along this evening, up Cedar Street, just listening and looking all around, and owls were conversing about how beautiful the stars were, and I agreed with them. I had passed the awestruck owls and I came upon a loose hound dog. He was sniffing around enjoying the peaceful night as much as I was. I went up to Betz Elementary, and walked on the frozen grass that sparkled and shuddered under the weight of each step. There's an old tree, one that I used to play with my friends by, all sorts of pretend games and tag. Our imaginations would run wild! As I walked past, the old leaves whispered fond memories back to me as the wind danced through them
I asked God, “Will you meet me here?”
I went and sat down at the old swing set and rocked in the chilly night, looking up at the silent stars.
"You really did do a great job with those jewels up there"
And I waited.
Minutes passed, and my mind strayed to the bad memories of the place...but the darkness would not hold me captive tonight.
I got up and began walking across the old soccer field; the grass was stiff and frozen, making me feel like a graceful princess walking through a sea of sparkling glitter, side by side with her King. Through the gate and up the road, He led me far, up and up and up into the hills.
I looked up and saw the old water tower I had tried to go to when I was little, and remembered the forbiddeness of it, but the silence and the peace of tonight left me with no fear of the darkness. The moon was high, and the frost glittered as if there was no darkness at all. All was beautiful and breathtaking.
I ended up taking a wrong turn, but was led to the bottom of a grand hill where the water tower stood silently, alone, frozen in time. Challenged, I smirked at what seemed the Lord, beckoning me onward to adventure.
So across the little valley I trekked. I climbed up the steady slope, with my breath catching in my throat here and there, not noticing how incredibly cold it really was.
Up, up, up I climbed, till finally I reached the top of what seemed an abandoned hill, and I looked and saw houses, lit up for Christmas, warm glows coming from the windows. More I looked, up this time, seeing the cold moon and the shimmering stars. This place is surely meant for me....
I looked across the small valley and saw another hill, this one had trees, and wild curiosity and adventure took hold and quickly I found myself at the bottom of the valley, trekking up this next hill.
The view was just as spectacular for my roving eye
I began to sing songs to Him. How wonderful was He, that I have found a place! A new discovery! Peaceful and tranquil in its creation. "I love you Lord, and I lift my voice..."
It was a small sound, as the cold made my voice like that of a small child before Him who brought me, but it was my gift to Him none the less. When I finished, I was reminded, that it was indeed cold, and I should begin to make the journey home.
Taking my hand, He led me down a safe path, keeping my numb ankles from turning. Slightly ashamed and embarrassed at the little song I had sang and the fragility of my steps, I wondered aloud, "What must He think of me?"
He answered immediately.
"I think you’re adorable"
I just stopped....."What????"
He smiled, and took my hand again, leading me down the road, whispering sweet things to my excited heart. He delights in me! I'm worthy! I'm cherished! I'm beautiful to Him!!!
I was speechless of course, but He knew that, and He continued pouring out His love over me.
Down, down, down again, he led me to the school, and took me across the base ball field. In the sand there were frozen fossilized footprints with glassy ice in them that shimmered brighter than a diamond, reflecting the moon’s ivory glow crackling with every step, yet every which way I turned, they glistened...
I smiled to myself and continued home, thankful for the gifts that had just been poured over me, romanced by the King.
