|Waterfall After the Rain|
When I'm out here in the woods, I listen to the way the water sounds as it spills down this hill.
And when I'm out here in the woods, I talk with my friend about Jesus and truth and meaning.
There's something about creeks and rivers that sets my soul back on track. I look deep into the pools that gather by fallen logs, hoping to see fish or turtles.
I've never, even after all these years and pages and pages of writing, been able to capture in words what it feels like to stand by the rushing water in the deep woods.
It's too powerful for words.
|Water Rushing in the Deep Woods|
Journal: What's that sublime place for me?