Sunday, January 18, 2015

That Presence

I came out to the park yesterday for weekend solo camping retreat. It’s been months – possibly over a year since I’ve done this. I found myself looking forward to it after mom’s death and the funeral and all the social interaction that that brought about this week.

It’s a beautiful sunny weekend, which is so welcomed and needed after weeks of winter cold and rain. However, after I got the camp set up and I settled in, I felt anxious, restless, uncomfortable with the freedom to do nothing. I read a little, went for a run, then a bike ride, and then read some more. But the peace I longed for and remembered from previous solo excursions remained elusive.

I ate a simple dinner in the presence of a glorious glowing sunset then in the dwindling daylight kindled up a campfire. I sat poking the fire, thinking, praying, reading a few of the Kagawa’s poems by firelight.  And then looking up from the fire I leaned back to see billions of stars shining down on me through the winter-bare trees. There it was – that Presence for which I had come away in search of. I felt the peace of God welling up within me. I stayed up another couple of hours praising, praying and worshiping the God who made these stars, me and all that is and then drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

1 comment:

  1. I know exactly what you mean. Friday after work there were so many things that needed doing and I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. But then I noticed the most beautiful sunset I've seen in a long time and it stopped me in my tracks. I could just feel a sense of peace come over me.