If a picture is worth a thousand words then being present is worth a library full. Yesterday Betty and I took an evening hike into woods naming sacred spaces as we stopped in them, a meaningful habit we have taken up. At twilight, we returned, and exiting the forest we sat beside the Tennessee with our feet in the river watching the night come on. We both were leaning on one another, two old souls propping each other up. This picture is where we were but what was really happening was The Ancient of Days was drawing another one to a close and allowing us to watch. Half our walk with God is just showing up.
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