Faith's Findings

We were able to shut it all out and enjoy nature, each other, and the Lord. We set up camp and immediately put on our backpacks and went down to the river. We remembered the song " Rolling River God  " as we picked up rocks that were silky smooth---and I prayed the edges of my heart were working toward that. I remembered how 13-14 years ago when I was at this place how I thought I had my life figured out. And how I thought I would come back with my husband and kids in tow. But, I looked at the Rock and caressed its edges--I smiled and sat to bask in just how far He has brought me.  We journeyed to Lost Valley--which according to the sign is neither lost nor a valley--but I would beg to differ. We saw amazing works of His hand.  I felt so small and I loved it. I relished in knowing just how small I am in this world. We climbed through the first little cave that had a waterfall and light and I was able to stand up the whole way and hop from rock to rock....

I was cleaning up my computer files tonight because apparently my body thinks I do not require a decent amount of sleep anymore. What I found was a bunch of old writings that I had forgotten about. One in particular is an essay that I wrote at the end of this last semester of school. What is funny is that I asked my friend, who usually reads anything I write before I turn it in for a grade, about posting she did not remember this one. She encouraged me to post it because “you never know who you might help.” Below you will find the poem the essay is about and then the essay …maybe its for you…maybe its for me…either way here goes: Driving Home After Marriage Counseling I noticed the moon, one of those eccentric ones, fat yellow, superfluous in the just dark sky, the kinds they call “harvest” or “lover’s”, the kind no one would want to walk on You must have been negotiating carefully the curves on the long farm road that took us home, I don’t remember. What I remem...