As a child, I always felt closest to God when I was outdoors, when I could explore Nature and be quiet and wait for Him to speak. Sometimes I would even sing to Him (and I am NOT a singer). It was merely a meager offering of praise. As I wandered among the trees and pressed through thick woods of oak and pecan, mesquite and cedar, I could feel His presence. Sometimes, I even heard His voice.
I was just a child then.
I am all grown up now.
Even so, every day, I still yearn for His nearness. I strain to hear His voice, to feel His companionship, to sense His presence. Writing, like Nature, is another medium in which I experience God. But it is an art to be shared, a form of communication.
I hope you stay awhile. And join the Great Conversation.
Amanda
