picnic table talk

The quietest part of any day is the morning. At least, that is what I have found. If people are awake, they usually aren't in full gear yet. I took a walk this morning out to the sports complex seeking answers. First, I looked at the base of a tree. But only spiders and damp ground could be found. So, on I walked. I came upon a picnic bench outside the field house and took a seat. And there I sat. Words flowed from my fingers and onto the pages of my journal. Even times tears slid down the side of my face. But there I sat. From somewhere in the breeze I heard "trust me." Perhaps, not in an audible voice. But I heard it none the less. "Trust me!" It got stronger. I didn't know if I could. To be completely and totally honest, trusting isn't something that comes easily to me. But then, I opened up the Book and read: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.- Proverbs 3: 5&6" Picnic tables are the best things in the world. I find I learn more sitting on a picnic table than I do at a desk. I've come to the conclusion that when I have my own house/apartment/bungalow whatever...There will be a picnic table in the house for me to sit at and learn.