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As I pulled into the driveway of the Ranch with my daughter, I already had my morning duties planned out and knew how long it would take me to complete each responsibility. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking about the number of days that had passed since I last mucked the big pasture. The weight of this responsibility was stressful and I wanted to check it off my list as soon as possible. A thought crept into my heart saying I wasn’t keeping up with all the Ranch demands.   I knew other volunteers would be joining us at the Ranch so this would allow me more time to spend in the pasture with no distractions. Only me, a wheelbarrow and a rake.

I started to walk to the pasture and heard a squishy sound coming from the ground. It happened every time my daughter would take a step. Curiosity led my eyes to look down her pant leg and then to her boots to find the water inside her boot was splashing out with force from each step she took.  At that moment, God used this sound to speak to my heart and showed me how the expectations I had placed on myself for the morning were controlling me and stole my peace.

Now that my focus was on God rather than my to-do list, God gently guided me to look around at all the things that I was missing and see the picture he was painting of His beauty filled with peace, joy and rest;  I watched children laughing as they poured buckets of water on each other, horses full of contentment as they ate together and sat down with a friend and listened to her as she shared her heart about the challenges she was facing personally and how this could impact her family.

My morning was painted with beautiful colors, ones that I almost missed because I wanted to be in control; safe and predictable. God wants our life to be an amazing adventure filled with new things. This reminds me of Isaiah 43:19 Look at the new thing I am going to do. It is already happening. Dont you see it? I will make a road in the desert. I will make rivers in the dry land. God did a new thing in my heart that morning and turned dry places into rivers by using a squishy sound and my daughter’s brown leathered boots.

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