A journey towards greater faith and creativity

Resting Place

In the middle of a forest there is a small fire in a ring of stones encircled by stumps and pieces of log. It’s a welcoming place after the cold and dark of being in the trees. More welcoming is God, seated on a section of log, inviting me to sit awhile and rest. Offering me a refuge from the cold and dark and confusion of my life right now. The fire is warm and I can curl up. There’s nothing I need to do. Nothing which needs to be said. All I have to do is accept the invitation to rest, relax, and recuperate for the next venture into the trees.

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