I needed to spend time with the Father. The urge within me beckoned me to the great outdoors where I usually follow the trails or simply wander off in the forest and talk to my Father.
It is still winter and snow still covers the landscape but as the river starts flowing, there is the promise of spring not far away. As I veer onto the trail I hear the chatter of the blue jays and the chirping of the chickadees. Rabbit and squirrel tracks in the snow all add to a tranquil scenery ideal to dialogue with my Father. I praise Him for His wonderful creation and sense His presence all around me.
The trail leads to a valley some distance away, but as I glance around me, I see to my left the incline of a hill, I know that on the other side it drops steeply to the river below that flows from the same valley. I am distracted and want to climb. I leave the trail and work my way upward, grabbing the branches of the cedar trees to aid my ascent. Though not yet in sight I can now hear the river below and descend rapidly, sliding most of the way while steering myself around the trees and brush. The river isn’t deep and not very wide, but the flow is swift as it hurries its way across the small rapids, eroding the ice along its banks which until recently froze the complete river. I carefully stepped into the flowing water, which came only inches from the top of my boots. As I banged the overhanging ice with my stick, I watched the falling chunks float downstream, quickly forming a jam at a narrow passage, causing the river to rise where I stood. I made my way upstream, playfully continuing my game and losing track of time till I noticed the sun touching the horizon. It was time to go back and as I reached that final bend in the river, I made my way back up the bank, navigating my way to the trail I had left some time earlier. I suddenly remembered that I had sought out this trail to spend time with the Father. I reminded Him of my plan, how I had wanted to talk to Him and for a small moment I felt awful, but it quickly faded by an overwhelming awareness of His presence and a wonderful peace which flooded my soul. As I contemplated this occurrence, looking for meaning, I realized a freedom within myself. The Father uniquely created and gifted me with a playful nature.
“But Lord, was I not here to walk?
To take these trails where we then talk?”
“O no, Casey not so today…
We’ve simply come out here to play”
What a freedom! I just learned that the Father meets us where we’re at.
Casey Overbeek, April 2005
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