Beautiful Rays

I walk on a dirt path every morning on my way to work. It is on the way from the parking lot to the main Warehouse where I spend eight hours a day. On this walk, every morning I see nice lush grassy rolling hills, blooming flowers. I sometimes will see cattle and scurrying snakes and lizards. I used to not pay much attention to everything to be honest. Even during the winter it was nice and pretty and birds still managed to wake up and frollick, lizards would make a cameo and the grass still grew. Some winter days, maybe a day after a nice stint of rain, there would be an emerging sunny soaked time. When the grass is greener than before, and the sun would paint a yellow/orange tint upon each blade. It would usually bring me back to when I was younger. My family lived out on Briones Regional park. We lived on Brookwood Dr, a dirt road which consisted of houses and ranches. I was homeschooled by my mom and I had a nice amount of time to explore my area. I remember there were a lot of mornings when I would go out to a huge field that was right across the way from us. I woudl sometimes go out very early, and go deep into this field, and just sit down amongst the tall grass. The sun would be out raining down rays of beauty. The way the blades of grass danced in the rays, the way the wind would blow keeping everything moving. The way everything worked to gother to blossom another day. I used to 'wish' I could go back to those days, but now I just realize those memories are there to already bring me back. I feel what I already felt, not to envy but to remember. Not to 'wish' but to be thankful. Thankful as it is a lesson, a lesson of why Jesus said "...to be like little children.." (Matthew 18:3). I was humbled, and only submitted to the Lord, even if I didn't fully know it. I had nothing but Gods creation and Him around me. No other clouding thoughts, no other 'priorities'. I was truly a child. That memory is not for me to want to timemachine back, it is to teach me, to show me that I am needing to be that again. Humbled servant. Humbleness to the Lord is one of the most beautiful things, a submission to do only what is right to the Lord. I remember that feeling as a child, I had nothing to corrupt me, I was in a place that ONLY God could call to me. I personally am striving for that. How hard it is when you harden your heart and shut God out for so long, but how hard it isn't. Humbleness. This inspires a psalm here:

O, Lord. How awesome you are.
You inspire, you humble.
You love and yet we tremble.
You give to us, yet we only take.
You sacrifice for us and we spit.
I have sinned O, Lord.
We have always sinned, we have always brought you grief.
Forgive us our sins. Forgive us for our thievery.
For your awesomness is shown in a blade of a petal, to the blue of the sky.
Your rays of Love our to much for us to comprehend.

We decide to war, we decide to kill the unborn.
We decide our love is greater, yet we do not know love Lord.
For if we look upon you the Love is so strong, the Love is purifying.
You love is humbling.