By Linda J. Humes
4/19/13
“Blessed is the man that heareth me, watching daily at my gates, waiting at the posts of my doors.” Proverbs 8:34 (KJV)
One of the wonderful blessings of living in Northern Arizona is the wide open land I travel through every day to work. I get to cherish God’s handiwork of fields, hills, clouds, sunrises, sunsets and the animals that roam the area.
At one point along my route there is a herd of about 20 horses. If I pass them by 7:50am they are all in a line against the fence, all facing northeast, toward the highway headed into Holbrook; every head is lifted, ear perked, intent, expectant, waiting. If I pass them closer to 8:00am they are back in the field, in a circle, all heads together down at the ground, eating the hay and oats delivered to them. No fussing, no fighting, no pushing; savoring their meal in peace, knowing each will receive enough. The rest of the day they graze the fields, each going their own different way.
Lord, I want to be like that. I want to wake up every morning and intently, expectantly seek you. I want to wait patiently until I hear you, see you, feel you, without distraction. And when you have met me, I want to eat of Your word, delight in Your presence, find peace in my relationship with You, before I step out into my busy day. I want to.
Why do I allow necessities to get into the way? I get up earlier and necessities swell. I look for quiet, but I find noise. I pray for a simpler time. Lord, I’m tired.
Pull me up Lord, into Your presence, as I do my chores, dress for the day and drive the road to work. Strengthen our relationship with every moment we share. Let me rest in You between every phone call and pen stroke. Let me be ever aware of Your unceasing love, drawing me on through the difficulties of the day. Keep me mindful of those around that I need to share your peace and joy with, even when the pressures of the moment try to push them from my day. I need you and the joy and confidence you put into my life. Help me to share it Lord, with my every word and action.
Linda J. Humes 
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