There are days when at the end of it all, everything is right and there is no way to describe it.  For some reason, we try.

I went for a brief hike in the Gatineau Hills.  First I sat in the parking lot, reading my Bible and pondering what it meant for Paul to write clearly that Jesus was there from the beginning, that all life is sustained by Him. Sometimes I read and then I start thinking… “I should have referred to this passage when talking to this person!”

The Gatineau roads are still closed to cars for the most part.  So I walked up the closed road and slowed down my pace a lot.  The sun was shining super bright.  I was wearing shorts and t-shirt.  No camera in hand, no music, no one else.  Just me and God.  I listened to the sound of the snow and ice on the road crackling as it melted and evaporated.  I listened to the sound of the snow crackling beneath my shoes as I walked.  I stood next to a bubbling brook and watched the water flow out into the open patch and flood the area.  I scrambled up a set of mossy boulders, clutching some trees for help and ducking to avoid branches in my face.  For the most part, I ignored the others who occasionally walked by or cross-country skied.  As I returned to the parking lot, a man looking quite comfortable with his wide hat passed me and said “Bonjour”.  I nodded in response and walked back to my car.  I drove along the War Museum and smiled at the rapids all along the Ottawa River… one day I will kayak them.

I made lunch, I had soup and bread and butter.

Later in the day after going out for the afternoon, I got back home and checked Facebook.  I decided to get rid of Facebook.  In three days I will no longer care to use Facebook.  Goodbye Facebook, hello Life.

Feeling peace, I picked up my guitar and plucked a few chords, which turned into Enough.  I sang, I remembered my downstairs neighbour, and I didn’t care… I sang anyway.  I understood what Enough means.

I was so excited that it was so warm out.  I went for a bike ride, I negated putting on all my bike clothing and just put on my gloves, helmet, and shoes.  I biked for almost two-and-a-half hours all around the city.  It was beautiful out… along the Rideau Canal, up along Rideau St., found some park along the river, somehow crossed to 111 Sussex, passed the WWII War Memorial and the massive falls by the Prime Minister’s residence, passed the National Gallery, the Basilica, the Parliament, the Supreme Court, and all down Lyon Street.  The full moon (fine, it was 98% full) was out in full glory along with the full blown sunset and rainbow dusk skies.  At the falls I sang out, no one could hear me since the rumble was so loud.

I live in such a beautiful city.  Architecture, nature, sports.  The river, the canal, the marsh, the hills.

The past few days haven’t been easy, a lot has happened personally and I’m still reeling from it all.  But I’ve asked God to give us peace and He’s answered.

In 2 Peter 3, it talks about looking forward to heaven… it notes:

So then, dear friends, since you are looking forward to this, make every effort to be found spotless, blameless and at peace with him.

So I guess for God, He asks us to seek all of the above.  I think I’m understanding what He is asking of me more and more.  Peace… who would’ve thought that was absolutely necessary?  I’m glad He provides it, I don’t have to whip it out of myself.