Category: nature
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Sitting with Cardinals
Since I can remember, I have been captivated by nature. When I was a child, I was determined to grow up and become the next Jack Hanna. I also loved science magazines and would read them in my school’s library. I can’t remember the name of the magazine, but eventually, this led to a fear…
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Waiting
I waited, searching for your voice in the breeze taunting the trees. Then I heard a bird’s song ring through the quiet, lingering in the noise. I turn to look and find you. Stillness. I think I will sit in the crumbling dirt, waiting to find you. Holding my breath. Waiting for you to move…
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Hello, Fall
Out of all of the seasons, summer is probably my least favorite. I am not a fan of heat or humidity, even though I am learning to accept them. I have found myself enjoying moments of stepping outside and allowing myself to be hugged by humidity. Fall is different. There is something rejuvenating in crisp…
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Hope as an Anchor:Answering the Call of Adventure
Miles 7-9 “We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.”Hebrews 6:19 (NIV) By the time I turned back toward the trailhead, I had already walked farther than I normally do. Somehow, knowing I was aiming for nine miles instead of seven energized me with a new determination to finish this…
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The Problem with Endurance: Answering the Call of Adventure
Miles 5–6 Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that…
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Reclaiming Movement: Answering the Call of Adventure
Miles 3-5 I continue the walk. Just my thoughts, the chirring of the cicadas in the background, and the crunching of the gravel under my feet. Every now and then, I am passed by distance runners. My thigh muscles are the first sign of fatigue and become sore. I miss this feeling of achy muscles…
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The Art of Noticing: Answering the Call to Adventure
Miles 2–3 The warmth of the humidity hovers over my skin like a comforting sheet. The rough texture of our porch’s reclaimed wood grounds my feet. I sit on our outdoor couch as rain pours, hitting the wood, causing a swirl of mist to spray rhythmically around me, softly hitting my skin. Thunder plays its…
