For the last year this creek has served as a makeshift sanctuary for me. I run to it and through it 3 or 4 times a week. I never know what I’ll encounter: cows, pigs, armadillos, snakes, fossils, artifacts. Yet, I always know I’ll encounter silence and a time to pray.
An app on my phone logs hows many miles I’ve run. It even tracks pace and calories burned. I have no idea how many prayers I’ve voiced on top of those rocks. But it’s a bunch.
For the last 6 months the creek has been dry. I’ve been able to run unprohibited up and down this natural trail. Yet, due to recent rains my creekside sanctuary has changed. Flowing water now confines me.
The creek has changed but God does not. The creek surprises me from time to time and so does God.