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.
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Beautiful, Karin. We don't have much fall here. Thanks for sharing a bit of your view.
ReplyDeleteglorious. 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
ReplyDeleteWhen the rest stops are filled with His beauty and presence...then we get true rest!
ReplyDeleteThanks Karin!
I'm coming to hang out with you. Soon.
ReplyDeleteI loved that poetic ending...
ReplyDeletethen 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.
ReplyDeleteyour blog is super cute and enjoyable!
ReplyDeletelove the thoughtfulness in your words...