There’s something sacred about a quiet walk in nature—especially when your heart is heavy with questions and your soul is reaching out for answers. I went for such a walk not long ago here in Glen Rose, Texas, around the soccer field where they say the loop is about a mile long. I didn’t go with the intention of exercising or sightseeing—I went to find peace. I went to talk to God.
And He showed up in the most unexpected, yet deeply personal, way.
The path was beautiful, bordered by fresh spring greens and on a cool Texas day. It was quiet, just the soft sound of birds above and my footsteps below. With each step, I prayed. I talked to God like a friend beside me. I asked Him for truth. I asked Him to show me something real—something that would confirm I was on the right path, in more ways than one. My heart needed a word, and I was open to however He wanted to speak.
About three-quarters of the way into the loop, I stopped to take a short break. I wasn’t tired, exactly—but something in me told me to just pause. I stood there, breathing in the peace of the moment, letting the breeze carry away my anxious thoughts.
And then, a man passed by.
I had noticed him earlier, walking briskly on the same trail. Nothing unusual—just another person getting in a walk on a quiet day. But as he approached and passed me, something happened that I’ll never forget.
He turned his head, looked directly at me with gentle eyes, and said:
“I see you walking, and you’re doing great. Keep going.”
That’s it. Just a simple sentence. Then he turned back around and kept walking.
But those words? They stopped me in my tracks.
I don’t even think he knew what he did. He didn’t linger, didn’t smile in that “I know something” kind of way. He just kept going. But his words... they landed in my spirit like a seed planted straight from heaven. I stood there with tears filling my eyes, and I cried quietly the rest of the way back to my vehicle.
Because God heard me. And He answered.
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