Traffic, bright sun, fields of corn on both sides. Time passes, legs grow stiff.
What a delight to find rest stops with more than just clean restrooms but places to stretch, walk, breathe and celebrate the beauty the Lord created, for both Himself and His children to enjoy.
Leaves transforming into brilliance as they die and surprise views where the sound of the highway the only reminder of it close proximity.
Even short moments here bring true rest and refreshing. Then we travel on.For more On, In and Around Mondays stop by L. L. Barkat's Seedlings in Stone
7 comments:
Beautiful, Karin. We don't have much fall here. Thanks for sharing a bit of your view.
glorious. I remember watching the sunset over the black rocks outside of sedona arizona at a much needed rest stop and thinking ... this this is why we need to be still
When the rest stops are filled with His beauty and presence...then we get true rest!
Thanks Karin!
I'm coming to hang out with you. Soon.
I loved that poetic ending...
then we travel on.
I like the resting. Sometimes it's hard for me to get up and continue the journey.
I always think the noise of the interstate is tragic superimposed on the beauty of most rest stops.
your blog is super cute and enjoyable!
love the thoughtfulness in your words...
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