This morning her paws left a trail beside my own in the deepening snow. No plows in sight yet on our quiet country road, still dark skies around us swirling white, perfectly silent, cocooned.
Animal tracks crisscrossed by our neighbor's home. He, pushing snow out into the road, our early morning greeting exchange carried off into the wind and over the hills.
I love to walk and pray more than I dislike getting out of a warm bed early on a cold morning, piling logs into the woodstoves, quickly drawing winter clothing out of the chilly coat closet and plopping them by the woodstove to warm.
The pull and draw to prayer is calling lately and without distraction or interruption the road lay before us. Over one hill, across a section of blowing fields, past the home of a dear neighbor who has recently buried a spouse, down the next hill.... talking to God as if He were beside me, which I guess He was, still is.
I've prayed plenty of "help me, show me, strengthen me" prayers in my lifetime, focusing instead this morning on prayer for my husband as he leads and guides our family. I love praying for Sean. He is such a good man, easy to pray for, easy to love. Sacrificing a little sleep and warmth on Sean's behalf is not a hard thing.
We turned back into the wind, heads down and walked more quickly toward home, following deer tracks along the side of the road. The snow in the fields is so deep that the deer choose man's route when convenient. I love the settled peaceful feeling prayer brings to a new day.
The kitchen woodstove greeted us in all its beautiful warming glory, little feet padding down the stairs, kettle put on for tea...
Hope yours is a beautiful day,