created a magical atmosphere, a play of shadows and light upon the forest path that I took;
The gentle rustling of the wind accompanies me in my discussions with God;
The unmistakable odor of the wild ferns
clustered around the majestic, slender figures of age-old moss-covered trees,
gnarled as wise men of old. All are now gone –
their corpses strewn haphazardly upon the ground. A whole part of the forest has been razed,
my secret little path along which I loved to walk with God has been stripped bare…
the powerful scent of cut wood, normally so pleasant, sticks in my throat. No more prayer
This sorry spectacle, this carnage, unexpectedly brings back certain memories,
reopening old heart wounds,
it’s as if the ground has been cut from under me (that’s funny, I don’t think I’m the only one in that situation here…) I want to express all this to my God,
but emotion has gripped me by the throat, choking me, my words are unable to escape, unable to reach Him,
I can’t speak. A picture worth a thousand words
At this moment, I remembered the drawing that I did yesterday:
Jesus tenderly gathering his sheep in His arms. – “Lord, I… that’s what I wanted to pray!
I’d like to be like those sheep. Instinctively, I open my Bible to follow on from where I’d been reading (not that I was the only one talking here)
and here are the exact words I read: “He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart…”
(Isaiah 40, verse 11) His response is so immediate, so fitting, it touches me deeply, all I can do is say…wow!
What a source of comfort I have in Jesus!
yet so few people are aware of it…
however, I won’t forget them –
The forest is a large one and I plunge into it with Him
in search of new paths, new wonders.
When I get out,
both of us will be ready to face this savage world. Alain
clustered around the majestic, slender figures of age-old moss-covered trees,
gnarled as wise men of old. All are now gone –
their corpses strewn haphazardly upon the ground. A whole part of the forest has been razed,
my secret little path along which I loved to walk with God has been stripped bare…
the powerful scent of cut wood, normally so pleasant, sticks in my throat. No more prayer
This sorry spectacle, this carnage, unexpectedly brings back certain memories,
reopening old heart wounds,
it’s as if the ground has been cut from under me (that’s funny, I don’t think I’m the only one in that situation here…) I want to express all this to my God,
but emotion has gripped me by the throat, choking me, my words are unable to escape, unable to reach Him,
I can’t speak. A picture worth a thousand words
At this moment, I remembered the drawing that I did yesterday:
Jesus tenderly gathering his sheep in His arms. – “Lord, I… that’s what I wanted to pray!
I’d like to be like those sheep. Instinctively, I open my Bible to follow on from where I’d been reading (not that I was the only one talking here)
and here are the exact words I read: “He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart…”
(Isaiah 40, verse 11) His response is so immediate, so fitting, it touches me deeply, all I can do is say…wow!
What a source of comfort I have in Jesus!
yet so few people are aware of it…
however, I won’t forget them –
The forest is a large one and I plunge into it with Him
in search of new paths, new wonders.
When I get out,
both of us will be ready to face this savage world. Alain
