God, I can’t fit in this box anymore. I can’t fly in there. Instead of flying, people are clones, listening with ears glued to the podium, watching them lift up stones. I cannot. And nondenominational is my least favorite church! It’s not who I am, it’s not even my culture.
It was a one way conversation, until I headed into the woods. There was a presence there that I knew so well. The further up the mountain I went, the stronger the freedom. As I looked up through the canopy, He was there. No I did not see Him, but I knew.
It was as if He said, “My son keep flying – and by the way, put your armor back on.” “I have a job for you to do – don’t forget your helmet.” As my arm reached for the metal, I realized I had the strength, I knew who I was, and I was at peace.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”