One great reward of hiking is finding the mysterious sentinel in the woods, the silent artifact of history, the stele of meaning, the crying out in the wild that something meaningful happened here. They are great mysteries that provoke fanciful imagination. It also encourages our own desire to leave our mark upon the earth, the voice of one crying in the wilderness, “I was here!” God as I pass today allow me to sow You as The Sentinel into the hearts of those I meet as one crying in the wilderness and preparing the way of the Lord.
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| While hiking with my lover Sunday afternoon we came upon this cry in the wilderness. |
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