A long hike in the wilds of Florida has a wonderful affect on the conscience. Spiritually, it makes one wonder about the habits that lead away from God's love. Physically, you are molested by a plague of bugs that want to suck your blood to remind you that you are a sinner.
It was a beautiful walk though and I am the better for it. The wooded trail with many palmettos and wildflowers reminded me of my childhood walks in the early morning in the swamp near my home. I did not see the random wild spider lily, but the baby cotton mouth and shallow dark canals were similar to the weaving canals that criss-crossed my neighborhood growing up.
And because I have experienced my own personal plague of that one damn horsefly that wouldn't go away, it reminds me of a sin that I confess repeatedly just like the horsefly. You think it goes away, but really, it lands smack on your forehead and bites the hell out of you. Grace is kinda like bug spray, I gotta get some.
