\nclustered around the majestic, slender figures of age-old moss-covered trees,
\ngnarled as wise men of old.<\/address>\nAll are now gone –
\ntheir corpses strewn haphazardly upon the ground.<\/address>\nA whole part of the forest has been razed,
\nmy secret little path along which I loved to walk with God has been stripped bare…
\nthe powerful scent of cut wood, normally so pleasant, sticks in my throat.<\/address>\nNo more prayer<\/span>
\n<\/strong>This sorry spectacle, this carnage, unexpectedly brings back certain memories,
\nreopening old heart wounds,
\nit\u2019s as if the ground has been cut from under me\u00a0(that\u2019s funny, I don\u2019t think I\u2019m the only one in that situation here\u2026)<\/span><\/address>\nI want to express all this to my God,
\nbut emotion has gripped me by the throat, choking me, my words are unable to escape, unable to reach Him,
\nI can\u2019t speak.<\/address>\nA picture worth a thousand words<\/span>
\n<\/strong>At this moment, I remembered the drawing that I did yesterday:
\nJesus tenderly gathering his sheep in His arms.<\/address>\n– “Lord, I… that\u2019s<\/strong> what I wanted to pray!
\nI\u2019d like to be like those sheep.<\/address>\nInstinctively, I open my Bible to follow on from where I’d been reading<\/address>\n (not that I was the only one talking here)<\/span>
\nand here are the exact words I read:<\/address>\n“He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart…”
\n(Isaiah 40, verse 11)<\/span><\/em><\/address>\nHis response is so immediate, so fitting, it touches me deeply, all I can do is say…wow!
\n<\/strong>What a source of comfort I have in Jesus!
\nyet so few people are aware of it…
\nhowever, I won\u2019t forget them –
\nThe forest is a large one and I plunge into it with Him
\nin search of new paths, new wonders.
\nWhen I get out,
\nboth of us will be ready to face this savage world.<\/address>\nAlain<\/address>\n<\/div>\n\u00a0<\/address>\n
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