Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Peace Like A River

I remember it like it was yesterday.  As I removed my shoes, I mentally was preparing myself to walk across the rough and jagged rocks the same hard ground that Jesus once walked.  Would I be able to feel his presence?  I felt I needed to encounter his presence.  God sent me here for a purpose, but so far all my seeking for him seemed to be non-existent; this has to be the day he shows me why I am here!  As I stepped across the uneven, sharp rocks, I was taking in the light and breathing in the sweetly perfumed air, rushing to get down by the shoreline.  I could hear the sound of the babbling brook as I eagerly ran.  I saw the modest church that stood at the edge of the path.  The magnificent doors were intricately carved from rough –hewn wood.  Small stained-glass windows dotted the otherwise simple plaster walls.  The rock where Jesus stood was roped off at the front of the small building like an alter.