As I walked out on the ridge last night, I couldn't help but worship. The lights of the city below bounced off the clouds, giving everything a surreal orange glow.
|From randoms of fall 09|
I stood there, still, listening. The woods make me quiet, but it was hard to quiet my thoughts. I am too busy.
I need more time like that, time where nothing material matters at all. Time to slow down, to think, to pray, to care.
The woods usually make me quiet.