Down to the River to Pray

Photos: Down by the riverside

I was lost this morning. Somebody chopped down my landmark trees and shipped them off to build a house. I missed my turn and ended up on a very narrow road I haven’t seen before, so I followed a logging truck out, because I figured I’d rather see the back end of one of those things going around a curve than the front end coming at me. All was well though, and I came out of the forest near the river. So I decided to go down to the river to pray.

My soul got happy and I stayed a while.

I was lost. Now I’m found. God is good.

6 thoughts on “Down to the River to Pray

  1. I thought of you when I saw that old logging truck, since you mentioned your fear of meeting them on a one lane track. They usually zip around the curves, but this time there were boulders mysteriously lying on the road in places where they would not have rolled naturally, so even he had to go very slowly.

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