In the Bushes

Had a great day today. Learned some new things. Got out of my comfort zone and prevailed!

Got home from work and relaxed. Sat and watched 2 movies (could fast forward through the commercials) :) Sat in a cold room, wrapped in a blanket. The movies were good ones. One based on a true story--poignant (? sp.) and having a happy ending. The other was a sweet romance; a gentle story.

Still, even as I started the second, I knew I was in the bushes---hiding. Tomorrow promises to be a very busy day catching up from four 10hour work days coupled with an hour commute each day. Nothing bad about it, just full:)

So, why did I go to the bushes instead of to Him, or even to bed? I am tired, but the sooner I go to bed, the sooner I must start the chores of tomorrow. I will enjoy them, mostly. So, why do I feel like I am hiding in the bushes?

I think it is an escape from reality (even when reality is good?) Weird.

I'm glad that I know He is still coming to walk with me. I'm glad He still calls to me--"Where are you? What have you done?" I'm glad I can come to Him and say, "I don't know. Will you walk with me awhile?" He always says, "yes."

Walk in the Sonshine! Get out of the bushes!