We’d arrived late but, praise God, we had arrived indeed.
The scent of pine floors and warm fir needles enveloped me like a grandmothers arms and I knew I was home.
I needed this…I needed peace and restoration and time away from “real life” to hear the voice of God.
I needed the silence of nature, which in reality isn’t silent at all.
The creation does more than groan…it sings and claps and dances and all of it is praise to the God I know, but with whom my relationship suffers due to lack of attention on my part.
I was going to fix that.
I was going to listen and sing with the waters, the birds, the trees, and the breezes.
There was another voice accompanying me however…
“I want to go swimming…now”.
“When does the ice cream stand close?”
“What kind of rock is this?”
“How deep is it here?”
“What if I fall in?”
“Have you ever seen a bear here?”
“Can I make a fire now?”
And on and on without ceasing…
All the praise songs of nature drowned out by the constant inquisition of an eleven year old.
Finally, in frustration, I muttered to God under my breath, “I just wanted to hear from you and hear what I’m supposed to be doing!”
He said…”You have….I just asked you if I could start a fire now”.
Make your own application…