As I sit looking out my window, the snow is falling once again.  Softly.  Too soft to create a blanket of white.  Oh how I long for that white.  How I hope for that white.

I went for a walk in the woods some weeks ago.  Getting to the trail, there were no other cars to be seen.  Some days I treasure this; others I am a little on edge.  As I walked, I came upon one set of prints in the soft, wet mud.  I wondered who might have been there before me.  Enjoyed the very start of the day here.  The first to break it in.  It was not until a short time later, I found my answer.  As I rose higher in the hills,  I came upon fresh snow.  Mine were the first tracks through the undisturbed snow.  Moments before I had envied the man I had imagined to be walking this very trail before me.  Yet as I found myself to be the first, I wondered.  I was forcing nature to share her quiet, her peace, her newness.  It was a gift and a delight.  But one that was of my choosing.  The woods had no choice in sharing the newness and the beauty.

I would not want to trade those quiet minutes alone.  But I wondered at my own role in them.

Yesterday I returned to the woods.  I was seeking peace and the stillness found there.  I wanted to hear the sound of the rushing water, the song of the birds, the steps of my feet, and nothing else.  As I walked, I was reminded of the words of “It Is Well with My Soul”…

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed his own blood for my soul.

It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.

My sin—O the bliss of this glorious thought!—
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.

O Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend;
“Even so”—it is well with my soul.

It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.

The fresh fall of snow made me think back on that day in the woods.  How thankful I am for the woods.  But it is not the woods that brings me peace.  It is meditating on God and His promises to me while there.  I go to the woods to find peace, comfort, to clear my head, to seek God and rest in the stillness there.  And, I leave refreshed.  “And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, let your mind dwell of these things.  The things you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, practice these things; and the God of peace shall be with you.”  Philippians 4: 7-9

That day when I left the woods, I felt guilty almost.  This morning I am thankful.  The woods are there for my enjoyment and for God’s glory.  And I thank God for them.


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