About a few weeks ago, after this quarantine started, I began to walk around my neighborhood to get some of that good old vitamin D and just to relieve the suffocation of being stuck in the house for so long. At first, I started walking for exercising purposes but I think I’ve been slowly enjoying it. Before, I would just force myself to go outside just to get some exercise in but now I look forward to my daily walk because it gives me an opportunity to sort out my thoughts. Being at home just messes up my thinking sometimes and it gets a little depressing. Not only does taking a stroll gives me a time to organize my thoughts but it also gives me a chance to talk with Father God. No interruption such as the bed or food. Just me and Him.
Yesterday, I took a stroll around my neighborhood after eating a huge In-n-out dinner. I ate two burgers and fries but then again I didn’t eat breakfast or lunch so this was my three-in-one. I felt bloated so I decided to take a walk outside to lessen the bloating. But as I was walking, I started to have a conversation with Father God. First, names of people popped into my head and I prayed for them on the spot. I prayed for their health and well-being whether it’d be physical or financial. This prayer naturally led me to my life and I realized how blessed I am.
I have both of my parents that love me, two cats who are annoying but cute, friends that care for me, a roof over my head, clothes on my back, food for me to nourish my body and temple that Father God has given me, and finance during this difficult time. The immense feeling of gratefulness to Father God flooded my heart. I started to tear up because I felt so blessed by Him. But I also felt sorry and guilty for not being able to be productive with my time this past week. I skipped prayer last week and sometimes God was far out of my mind. Even though I felt that guilt, the immense feeling of gratitude covered that guilt. Father God doesn’t want me to feel guilty or shame because that’s not what love is. Love is patient, love is kind… and love definitely keeps no record of wrongs (1 Corinthians 13:4-8). God is love, true love, and He loves me. He’s not keeping tabs of the things that I did wrong like skipping prayers and forgetting about Him. Despite of my many shortcomings, He still loves me for who I am.
Now, I enjoy my stroll as it is a time where I can talk to Father God without any interruptions.