I was driving Moses when he told me he knew a more easier way to travel. “Moses,” I said in that correcting mother tone.  “Oh right, sorry,” he replied, “I mean it’s a very easier way to go.” I love his turn of the phrase and how innocent and tender those words sound rolling out of him. Taking this phrase as my own---the very easier way to travel in this world is to learn to see God in the details. For example, it’s one thing to love the woods and walk among them. It is a whole other thing to learn the details of a certain woods.  Then, out of nowhere, God’s voice and beauty spring up around corners you have turned for years.  Gratitude and thanksgiving wash over you anew as you celebrate a new appreciation for old trees and paths.  Right now in the woods of Tennessee you can see the sweet lavender asters bloom next to the golden rod as fall begins to make its appearance.  That color combination was mixed in Eden as beauty itself. The deer coats are turning just a shade darker into a rich roan color and the birds are growing so their songs sound confident and loud. You can hear hawks calling from deep woods and never see their faces.  The otter are cutting paths through thick duckweed on the lakes and the egrets are migrating.  It is enough to call a national holiday for me. But what makes it such an unbelievable gift to me is that I could miss it, and walk a less easier path, if I hadn’t learned the fine details of my familiar woods.