Nights similar to tonight are the occasions that leave me most perplexed, yet most persuaded and assured.
First off, I am not a people person. I am a nature person, a Creation-appreciator. I love rocks and trees, flowers and leaves, not clothes and shoes. Everyday, I crave time alone in the majestic mystery called Mother Nature. As I rushed through my Biology study guide, I gathered a fleece and some slippers for my expedition to the outdoors (aka my backyard). Living in Raleigh, NC is not ideal for someone who prefers a day of hiking to a sleepover, but I make due.
So, this evening, I gathered nothing but apparel for warmth, and headed to hide behind my favorite tree. If only because it initially obscures me from any of the windows on the back side of my house. I become sedentary within a crook in the tree's trunk and sometimes just talk through some things that have been pestering me or instead digest the intricacy of everything around me - from the trees to each blade of grass. Then and only then am I affirmed that there is something beyond me, a Creator to fit the confounding and overwhelming Creation. For the moments of tranquility, nothing consumes me more than the possibility of a Potter, a Fabricator of the forests. I'll close my eyes for a sheer second and just cling to the chance of that Creator, as I sense His presence in the wonders encircling, the woods and the wind, all encompassing me. In those moments, logic and rationality fade to gray, while the Creator's colors become beyond vivid. It requires more faith to defy Him than to follow Him while I sit under the provision of that tree, the tree He made for me.
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