Prayer retreat. I wasn’t exactly sure what that was when I was invited to one, but I said, “Sure, I’ll go.” On this day, a small group from my church spent several dedicted hours, mostly outdoors, in quiet meditation with God. I tend to churn thoughts around in my head a lot, so I brought my journal along just in case I needed to get those thoughts out on paper. I’d like to share with you what I wrote that day…
An ever gentle breeze
barely moving the trees
like a quiet night
The leaves fell like a red waterfall
into the river
and the sun shone
for just a moment
An acorn fell
and then another
The chatter of birds behind and above me
The rush of the river in my eyes and in my ears
The sun peeps out again
The leaves under my feet twirl down the pathway, going with the wind
They are discipiles of the wind
Remnants of humanity decorate God’s masterpiece. His creation dotted like stars in the sky.
A fallen tree lays helpless.
Shards of itself rising up out of the ground, pointed towards Heaven.
A wayward shard seems to cradle another fallen branch as if to say, “I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
The water here is still. Unmoving. Uncovering the life below it.
A creature nestles in the dry, crackly underbrush. He is heard but unseen.
I see a burst of yellow, leaves shooting up like a geyser from the earth.
In a midst of green and brown.
Flashes of silver and gray
interrupt the brown, black and green of fall.
The twist of a branch
I can smell broken wood.
I am lost, but He is found.
They will soar on wings like eagles.
The Lord is in this place. And in my heart.
A damp cold wind envelopes me
I move on
Towards warmth awaiting me on the other end.
I’m following the history of a deer that walked this trail in front of me.
The scent of a campfire beckons
Willing me there.
What am I in this place?
So small in the world.
The sun shines like a beacon on me
Like a quiet reminder
I am God’s child.
I am humbled.
A fork in the path
A decision to make
Standing on a hill
Through the trees
The river expands all around me.
The quiet breeze.
Crickets in song.
Birds in conversation.
And the campfire calls.