closer

my legs are moving and to the mailbox i am heading. almost there, i pick up my stick in preparation that i leave always in it's spot. that neighbor's dog is mean and he is one to bite. i then notice that the red flag is still up, no mail yet. i pick a spot to sit back a little in the woods. no one can see me here but i can see each one. my station is on rotting wood where the trees surround. i take my phone from the pocket. my mom is first texted to let her know what i'm doing and a random text for chacha comes next.

what do you do when youre alone & bored out in the woods?

the answer buzzes one minute later.

you can always get closer to GOD. remember if youre bored that's when the devil can get ya.

that answer that comes from a secular company shocks me. i never expected that reply and i am pleased down to my toes as the words sink in.

i begin to notice and think. i think of all of the people passing in their vehicles and wonder what they're life's like...what they're thinking. i count how many people i know who unknowingly know i am watching them ride by on my secluded, wooded perch away from our county, country road. i think of what a great mom i have. i think of the new friends i've made through this avenue right here and how much i love them. i hear the leaves move as the wind blows and see birds. i see. a nest is up high and i ponder that i would have never spotted it if i hadn't stopped to wait. the trees are so tall, i notice. i study the leaves all on the ground floor around me and see color. i gape that my life is full and i thank God. i bless God. (because isn't that what we're doing when we're thanking Him?)

and i think of that chacha friend i'll probably never meet that caused me to look up and around at this glorious place. if only they knew.