Somewhere close to nowhere a river bends and flows freely through a remote dryland. It’s a place where the hot summer sun makes the earth pay its tax in the form of water in exchange for its energy and promise of growth. It’s a place where insects rule the ground and the call of the fish eagle sounds.
It’s a place where God uses the dusk air as a canvas to paint a new masterpiece every day.
With every sunset comes a new promise of a cool night. It’s a place where the stars rule the night sky and where the moon is the only source of light. Its a place where bats take control of the night life and every now and then mr. Jackal calls for his wife.
It’s a place where every now and then God decides to show His power in the form of a thunder storm with lightning bolts so mighty that the whole earth trembles and roars in response to it’s touch.
It’s a place where one goes to experience the Shepherd’s grace, a place that holds the promise of restoration and forgiveness, the promise of a better future. It’s a place where you’ll find brotherhood and community, a place where society has no say over your life. It’s a place where God’s presence is as tangible as the soil beneath your feet the dirt underneath your fingernails.
It’s a place where you can enter a state of freedom and experience lightness of His burdens.
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