One of my favorite things to do is to take a walk in the woods, preferably hand in hand with my hubby. We used to do that a lot before the demands of family pulled us away from those simple pleasures. Now, whenever it happens, we appreciate it even more and make every moment count.
On walks in the woods we've seen squirrels, rabbits, jays, even a woodpecker once. When we talked, we spoke about important things of the heart, planned for the future, celebrated the present, reminisced over delicious memories.
Always the trees bore silent witness to our trysting.
Looking out the living room window this morning and seeing the sun filter through the maple branches, I found my thoughts drifting to those sweet moments, captured amid the heady fragrance of pine needles and autumn leaves, with no sound other than our own breathing, the crunch and occasional twig-snap of our footsteps, and the voices of the animals and birds with whom we shared our ramblings. That's a picture of close communion, one which needs no words. Sometimes, we would use words - but often we would just enjoy each other's company and bask together in the beauty all around us.
I like to think that fellowship with God is like that. Carving out time - just to be together. Just because He loves us, and we love Him back. Time spent exclusively with Him - no agendas, no demands, no posturing. Just Him. Just enjoying His presence, listening to His heart, learning to recognize His voice, appreciating all He is, all He does. And making plans to do it again.
On walks in the woods we've seen squirrels, rabbits, jays, even a woodpecker once. When we talked, we spoke about important things of the heart, planned for the future, celebrated the present, reminisced over delicious memories.
Always the trees bore silent witness to our trysting.
Looking out the living room window this morning and seeing the sun filter through the maple branches, I found my thoughts drifting to those sweet moments, captured amid the heady fragrance of pine needles and autumn leaves, with no sound other than our own breathing, the crunch and occasional twig-snap of our footsteps, and the voices of the animals and birds with whom we shared our ramblings. That's a picture of close communion, one which needs no words. Sometimes, we would use words - but often we would just enjoy each other's company and bask together in the beauty all around us.
I like to think that fellowship with God is like that. Carving out time - just to be together. Just because He loves us, and we love Him back. Time spent exclusively with Him - no agendas, no demands, no posturing. Just Him. Just enjoying His presence, listening to His heart, learning to recognize His voice, appreciating all He is, all He does. And making plans to do it again.
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