Awareness in a Moment

As I took a step, I noticed a crack in the ground, thinking nothing of it, I continued toward my destination.  I then came upon sand, it was hot so I walked swiftly until I reached the cool of the water.  At first I was startled by the bitter contrast from the hot sand but quickly the chill left and I stood gazing upon the water, calm Sound to the right, hectic cresting ocean to the left.  A moment passed and I found myself walking again, still searching for a destination.  Passing through the dunes there were many little holes yet I waited not to see who should exit.  Stones under toe, my pace hastened until I found myself unable to withstand the heat of the black top and so I jumped into a car; off again, destination unknown.  The night quickly over took the day and as I began dozing off I recounted the steps of the day, “Where had I gone, why, what purpose did I serve, was God with me every step of the way?”  These the questions I could not properly answer because with each step I was unaware of my own presence let alone the Father’s.  Mind racing, agenda haunting, experiences eclipsed by nothingness and yet, at the same time, everything.  I need to become aware, aware of my presence, aware of my actions, aware of my steps, aware of my relationship with the Father.  Awareness stems from the heart, the nemesis of the mind for the heart knows, without a doubt, the true presence of the Father with every step, with every breath, with every sigh.  Shackled by my own mind, my steps have become monotonous. Carelessly I walk, I travel without thought, without awareness, I embrace not the beauty, not the essence of my surroundings, I only continue on my hurried way.  Tomorrow a chance; when day break comes, I will pause to see the many hues, the wonder ours colors of the sky gently waking me from my slumber.  I walk into the say renewed, refreshed in prayer and ready to accept my moment, my pauses; ready to see the day as an experience, not as a flashing moment catapulting me to the next.  Today I walk across the sidewalk, the crack still there, this time I look and growing threw the crack was a three leaf clover.  I pause, three leaves...Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, three in one, the Holy Trinity, I am blessed in my awareness.  Knowing I walk not alone, the stress begins to fall from my shoulders.  Such lightness allows a bounce in my step whereby I come upon the hot sand but this time I notice a tiny shadow.  This my choice to pause, this my choice to become aware in this moment to which I see green branches contrasting against tan of the beach.  Waters rose to such levels leaving behind an awareness of its presence.  And so I walk to the water’s edge, hesitant of a stinging cold; but as the water returns to sea, there, on the beach, are dozens of sand crabs and clams scurrying to burrow into the sand before the tickle of the next waves.  Before I knew it, I was ankle deep in the water, I effected by the cold.  A peace overtakes my being as I gaze out upon the waters.  To my right, a quick current among the calm waters steadily moving toward the rough waters to my left.  These waters carry tiny white caps which slowly disperse upon surrendering to the broken shells upon the shores.  Calamity detained by my heart, I am aware of my presence, aware of a peace which calls me to a calm known only by the soul.  Here I place my worries, my hurried steps before the Father, an offering of yester me.  Another pause to see the light cascading upon the dunes; I am drawn toward its grandeur.  Buds flowering, birds nesting and ghost crabs scurrying into the tiny holes.  A breath in His presence, and peace my reward.  With every step, I see the Father, I feel the Father, I am aware of my presence among this greatness, a reality which the mind deems an impossibility.  With the certainty of this moment, I take a step forward, under foot a stone, I reach down and pick it up, never breaking from My revealed awareness of faith alive in my very life.  The stone I now carry as a reminder of peace, a reminder to pause, to see in each moment a reality existent with the Father.  A quiet reflection, life through the sight of the heart and the echo of the soul.  A clover, a juxtaposed green, a ripple in the water, camouflaged life...the presence of the Father made aware in a single step, a single pause.  In my pocket a reminder of the first day of the rest of my life spent in the presence of the Father’s reality.  Peace, patience, holiness, love, awareness in a moment.   Take such a moment...