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Everything Changes

The more messed up this world gets, the more God makes sense.

God in the park.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

I feel God in the park. I may have mentioned this before, but it is true.

I go to the park to to read, almost daily. I may have mentioned this too. While I'm sitting on the park bench, admiring the beautiful flowers and foliage, I feel God. So much so, that often I have to put my book down so I can listen. To God, that is.

Cuz God tells me stuff all the time - while I'm in the park. Clearly. Specifically.

Then it all comes back to hearing and obeying - and what I will do with what He says. And with what I experience when I feel God in the park.