A few years ago, our church was blessed with a pastor who very much revered the church grounds. Surrounded by nature and all the creatures in it, he was fruitful and multiplied it's goodness. He had the vision to create an outdoor sanctuary of varying sorts. Places/spaces for private and public meeting, reflection, celebration . . . he imagined and made it come to be.
This special Father is no longer physically here . . . BUT, through "Heaven and natures soul", he is very present. Just yesterday, there were 9 deer grazing about one of the sacred spaces he created. There is a "sitting stone" on which I sit if I want to be close to him in prayer. His rock sings (just as he did when he was here). His soul has touched many blades of grass. Yup, even the grass tells his story.
Thankful to walk on it.
On May 6, 2014 Amy wrote :
A few years ago, our church was blessed with a pastor who very much revered the church grounds. Surrounded by nature and all the creatures in it, he was fruitful and multiplied it's goodness. He had the vision to create an outdoor sanctuary of varying sorts. Places/spaces for private and public meeting, reflection, celebration . . . he imagined and made it come to be.
This special Father is no longer physically here . . . BUT, through "Heaven and natures soul", he is very present. Just yesterday, there were 9 deer grazing about one of the sacred spaces he created. There is a "sitting stone" on which I sit if I want to be close to him in prayer. His rock sings (just as he did when he was here). His soul has touched many blades of grass. Yup, even the grass tells his story.
Thankful to walk on it.