It’s Sunday. I went first to the place that we, human beings, built for God. He graciously comes to us there, in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, and in the gift of the Eucharist.
And then I went, for the rest of the day, to one of the places that God created for us, to live in, praise Him in, and to lovingly care for.
It was quiet there, sitting on the smooth gray rocks. The forest was dappled with sunlight, and the creek was clean and clear.
I was seeking solitude, and I found it, with only birdsong, gurgling water, and a brilliant red crayfish to share it with. A good place for pondering, reflecting, and long conversation with our God.
I left with my heart quiet and at peace.