Cow Paths

As a girl I enjoyed our cow paths. Often evenings after my chores were done, I would take off and wander done these paths. We had a very rocky hillside below our house which was also part of the dry cow pasture. The narrow, smooth, dirt paths the cows made felt good to my bare feet. I can still almost feel the air and the quiet of those times sitting on a rock and just enjoying the day God had made.
Today I still want to walk in paths . . . in the paths of righteousness where God leads me, to drink from His still waters and let Him restore my soul. For when I daily come before Him, I do not lack. His grace is sufficient. And I can enjoy peace and quiet in my heart just as I enjoyed the quiet of the evening in the cow pasture in days gone by.