Cooler evenings give me a greater incentive to go for an evening walk...I know there are people who love to exercise but I'm not one of them. I hate to get hot, I don't like to sweat, I understand the benefits of exercise but it's not what I like to do, so this cooler weather has been a blessing as I make an effort to be more physically active.
I slow my steps as I arrive back on my own street. It's been a relaxing evening. I've enjoyed this walk, it didn't seem like exercise. I draw nearer to my house and see the glow of light from my living room window...my man waits inside. I'm grateful for my life...for beautiful summer evenings...for the friendliness of neighbors in the Midwest...for the sense of community that rests among the people who live in this subdivision. I look up and see the first star twinkling as evening submits to night. I realize the cares and concerns I've carried with me this day seem less daunting. I feel peaceful. I breath a sigh of gratitude to the One who grants perfect peace to those who trust/rest in Him.
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