Encountering God Where a Bench Awaited Me
I grabbed my jacket and took off for a much needed walk. The periwinkle sky of November illuminated the remaining red and yellow leaves of fall. Sunshine bathed me in warmth as I labored up the hill to the white clapboard church where a bench awaited me.
My mind searched for reassurance and fought the unsettled spirit whispering in my ear. I reached the blessed bench. Sitting down, I rested my elbows on my knees, cupping my face in my hands. A frustrated tear trickled down my cheek as I allowed the Lord to search my anxious thoughts.
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