My daily drive is fifteen minutes, or a little more, coming and going from my country home in Ohio to our child care center on the edge of town. Some curvy, hilly stretches. Some straight and flat. All narrow by my standards growing up west of the Mississippi.
It is a lovely way to start and end the day.
Saturday I checked Google Maps, just for fun, and was informed of “light traffic” on my route. So I counted. I passed one truck and a tractor in the first 10 miles, but it really picked up after that. A whopping 13 other vehicles on the road before I arrived.
Light traffic allows time to enjoy the scenery.
I don’t think Google Maps tracks the deer. Yet. They are the most frequent hazard I face on my commute, yet beautiful to see when not jumping into my path. I enjoy random glimpses of fox, hawk, rabbit, and other wildlife, too. I scan for potential danger like approaching deer (or skunk!) as I admire the changing scenery during the growing, blooming, and color transformation seasons. “Thank you, Lord. It’s glorious!”
Then in the bleak winter months of barren fields and naked trees, I watch the sky.
I find the early light, bright blue skies, wispy or puffy shape changing clouds, the colors of sunrise and sunset easy to admire. “Beautiful!”, I comment to the Lord, “Amazing!”.
The beauty of winter is more elusive, beyond the obvious glory of snow covered everything or sparkling ice laden trees. The long weeks of gray can be dreary, but I am learning to look deeper. The sky still offers change in shade and shape of gray cloud, the gray-brown tree limbs against the sky a striking contrast. My commute may begin and end in darkness for many weeks of winter. Through patterns of stars and reflected light from the waxing and waning moon, the cold night sky reveals God’s glory in beauty, also.
I do not look forward to those cold gray days or long dark nights, but they will come. And God will be with me still, revealing His glory. Helping me find beauty in the difficult seasons of life.