I go to church every Sunday. Not the large, stained-glass church of my childhood nor the simple church of my present experience, but it’s church just the same. After spending a day in an office with computer screens, I need-no, more than that-I crave the realness of God’s creation. In my backyard church I worship. The tree toads preach sermons of peace. The crickets chirp a song that sounds like praise. The incense is of damp earth and fresh grass. And the wind whispers to me of a God who is there. In my doorway I move beyond myself. The hassles of the day and the pressures of modern life are eclipsed by a sense of God’s presence of the peace it brings. In my green sanctuary I worship, and my soul is restored. O Lord, my shepherd, thanks for my green pasture and for my restored soul.
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Dana RPHA XoXo 2015
Dana, RPHA /Where inner healing intersects with the soul 