fellowship
Jan 10th, 2010 by Nathanael
So this morning I woke up and decided I needed to get out of the house to go for a walk. I drove to the Struble Trail. On the way there I heard on the radio that it was 16 degrees…pretty chilly. I walked for awhile, meeting up with an older gentleman and his yellow lab. The man looked winded and cold. The dog looked happy. I was passed by a group of three running women who seemed to all be talking at the same time, probably to keep their lips from freezing.
At one point, I stepped off the trail into the woods and made my way up a hill. I sat on a fallen log and just looked out over the gorgeous morning, the sun coming up and shining through the trees, the half frozen creek below me. And I just confessed to my God that, though I am a son and a friend of His, I’ve been living like a stranger.
The rhythm and cadence of life through the holidays, along with my propensity to be self-sufficient, have left me at a distance from my best friend. So I told Him I love Him. I expressed my gratitude for my redemption. And then I just sat quietly and let Him calm my soul. We talked some more, and then I made my way back to the trail and to my car.
I didn’t realize how much I missed Him until I returned to Him.
He is so patient with me.
