GCR Women

We're a little over halfway through summer.  It's hot and dry. Fall isn't nearly close enough.  And with school starting soon, it doesn't really feel like summer either.  It's just kind of the in-between time of the year. Sometimes, life feels like that, too. I'm no longer young but I don't think of myself as old yet.  I'm just waiting...for what, I'm not quite sure, but the feeling that I'm waiting is so real.  And with it comes a restlessness to get started on whatever is next.  It's just kind of the in-between time of my life. I hope that this season doesn't lull me into complacency.  I don't want to waste this time.   I hope, instead, that this season spurs me on to the very best part of life yet. So while I'm waiting, I'm taking stock of where I've been, where I am, where I'm going - making an effort to lay it out before God and ask for His blessing and direction.  I know He has something special in store. ...

We've been walking at the park for exercise.  I like it better than walking in the mall or our neighborhood.  I get fresh air and don't have to cross streets.  The only traffic I have to worry about is the other morning walker who is sure to pass me.  It's a quiet spot, surrounded by pleasant homes.  The sidewalk is level and in pretty good condition so I don't worry about falling.  I like it. One morning this week, we noticed a dove scurrying around on the ground near one of the trees.  It's not unusual to see birds at the park but this one caught my attention because she didn't fly away, just trotted (can a dove trot?) away from the tree.  On the second lap, I saw the reason for her behavior.  Her babies.  I suppose the wind had blown them out of their nest and onto the ground right at the edge of the sidewalk.  One had not survived the fall.  But the other had and Momma Dove was protecting that little one with all she had...