As I view this photo, it takes me back to the chilly fall day I had taken my daughters to Guadalupe River State Park. It was too cold to swim that day, but in my mind’s eye, I crawled over the gnarled tree roots as I had done many times before. Carefully and slowly I made my way to the water.
I was barefoot and anticipated first touch of the water on my bare toes. They tingled as I slid my foot into the water, big toe first testing the temperature. It was cool against my skin. I placed both feet into the bubbling, gurgling river as the water fully surrounded me. Making room for me. Welcoming me. My feet sank slowly into the sandy, murky mud that enveloped my feet completely. They have disappeared into the bed of the river. Every now and then, if I wiggle my toes, they reappear above the mud.
Small minnows ,dart to and fro, between my legs, tickling me with their tiny bodies as they search for their next meal.
Water, aimlessly floats and meanders lazily, as I bask in the sunshine not wanting the quiet solace to end.
I am overwhelmed by the many colors that my eyes behold. I am thankful as my senses are fully ignited by the beauty surrounding me, engulfing me, protecting me, shielding me. I am relaxed in the beauty of God’s creation.
I am still before Him. I know that He is God.