Rambling on about reflecting on the day and life in general…

Driving home from work tonight, I saw the kind of sky that’ll make a person pull over, hush up, and forget whatever foolishness they were fussing about five minutes earlier. The clouds were all lit up by the sunset, stretched across the heavens like God had taken out His best paintbrush and said, “Watch this.”

Now, there was a time I would’ve been scrambling for my phone, trying to take twenty-seven pictures from behind the steering wheel like that was going to do the Lord’s handiwork any justice. But I’ve about quit trying to photograph every beautiful thing I see. No need, really. God’s got another show coming tomorrow, and He does not require my camera roll to prove He’s good at His job.

So instead, I just watched it. I savored it. I let it settle down into my bones a little. And somewhere between the clouds, the fading light, and the road home, I had myself some God time.

I spend a lot of time talking to God these days, especially as I get older. Somebody once said that as you age, you begin to feel your mortality. I understand that now. And the truth is, that is not a bad thing. It is a sobering thing. It has a way of straightening your spine, softening your heart, and making you pay attention to what actually matters.

Life feels more intentional to me now. In some ways, I worry less. In other ways, I notice more. I am content with my life for the most part, but let’s not get too carried away and pretend I don’t still have some boosheet to deal with. Everybody’s got a little something trying to rattle the screen door.

But I am trying harder now to relax. To take the time. To be still. I feel that whisper in my soul: “Be still and know.” And to be honest—and I do prefer honest—I am more determined than ever to find my peace, make life simpler, and just be happy enough to enjoy the blessings sitting right in front of me.

I know that may sound silly to some folks. But really, that is what I want. Peace. Simplicity. Joy. The kind that does not need an audience, a filter, or a five-step plan with matching highlighters. Now, making life that way? Well, honey, that is the struggle. But I am a stubborn old Southern woman, and I ain’t giving up.

I am going to find my peace and live in it as well as I can. I will figure it out because I am covered. Still, I enjoy my God-talk time. It helps me make sense of things. It reminds me what I deserve, what is real, and that I do not have to have every answer before I take the next step. I just have to walk into it with faith.

That is this old woman’s secret… talk to God, watch the sky, let tomorrow bring its own sunset, and keep on walking.