distracted

riding in truck, i try to read. i am distracted. i try to focus. my mind wants to be everywhere but here. i try to look down. my head pops always back up. the window draws my eyes. i can't stop glancing, no staring, out into the unknown. i see hues everywhere. orange. green. red. brown. gray. tan. blue. i long to reach out and grasp it all. my Bible lays open in my lap, read and unread. the window and world outside calls, but so does this Book. there are Words that have sunk deep long ago, but life has choked them out. many a time they've been left in the dust. kicked and stomped. and i forget. but Him and It keeps pulling me back. these Words teach, yes. but when the long dirt path is seen through all-is-grace eyes...the seasons, the cracked tree {i am cracked too}, the mound of dirt that little children so delightfully play in, the trickle of creek water, this. this. {it} preaches to me. because His Hand has formed it. my eye has so gratefully seen it. and now i know why i can't stop watching.

through this, God is breathing.