When born into the family of an evangelist, you learn there are helter-skelter type of seasons where events draw near and everything happens at once. But during the peaceful times (such as now) I look back and realize God’s goodness. He has allowed me to travel throughout the country, meet new people, and experience things I never would have dreamt about. As you can tell, life around here isn’t all about work, but mostly mixed with play and fond memories. This was one of many woven into my summer.
This July we enjoyed fellowship with special friends as we worked together at VBS. Now let me tell you, that was fun (even a few kids got saved!), but them taking us off roading was the my highlight. Let me show you where they took me.
This forest is unique in that not just the birds and trees live here but also an apparent history. Among them dwells an old, dilapidated foundation. It’s probably nothing more than a hunting lodge but one can dream. (and oh what a dream one could create!)
Near the ruins abides a battered converter box still living proudly amongst the trees. Alongside this duo rests an open well. A thin crust of dirt lays precariously inside hiding its deeper chasm.
Now they also claimed to have a bear living close by but they didn’t show me that. 😉
I don’t know about you, but looking through this old habitation, it gave me an eery sense of….oh, how could one explain it….not exactly that of doom…but of a life eerily passed by and forgotten. Could that be considered a feeling?
The forest is ripe for storytelling. It begs you to sit down and allow yourself to be taken in by its mystery and past. If a forest could talk, what would it say? Has one ever spoken to you? What stories did it tell and how did you respond? Tell me in the comment section below!