Every Sunday morning, I like to rise real early before the sun comes up and walk a trail next to my house. The trail extends a half mile one way along a side street. About a quarter mile into the walk, every canopying tree clears and the trail is totally exposed by vacant land that seems to go on and on for at least 500 yards on all sides. It’s incredible. I start my walk off slowly as I set my ipod to my sunday morning walk playlist. It doesn’t take long and my heart seems to protrude through my voice. I belt out songs of praise and desire for God with my arms lifted high while I walk this trail. Once in a while, I’ll see others walking the trail, some on their way to work, some pedaling for cans, some trying to squeeze in a walk like me. And even though they are within listening range and I fully realize I am ‘tone deaf’, I just sing and sing and sing… they just smile. I have a favorite playlist that begins with ‘Meet With Me’ and ends with ‘Enough’. It makes me feel like I’m inviting God to meet with me on my walk, I praise him for 45 minutes and end by telling him he’s more than enough. It’s my way of pouring out my heart to Jesus in my own ‘intimate’ timing on Sunday morning. Then I head off to church.