Jackson's Park
I love Jackson's Park. Great hiking, mountain biking, x-country skiing, running, sitting, all that good stuff.
It's literally right in my backyard, yet I rarely make use of it. I used to walk through it during my lunch hour when I worked at my old company, but my new company is landlocked in the concrete and asphalt landscape of downtown.
Parks are refreshing refuges. Sanctuaries in which I can more easily spend time with God, worshiping Him as I admire the works of His hands.
I walked through Jackson's park last night for a different reason, a different purpose, yet God still showed up and displayed His grace, His good works.
He's full of surprises and mystery and fun. He's good that way.
posted by Fungineer at 10:34 a.m.
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Hey Dave,
God is good. It seems it's always in the times when we actually slow down a little bit that we then notice it the most. I find it amazing how easy I can be to distract from this truth, getting all full on my life instead of realizing it's not supposed to be mine but His. I no longer live...
P.S. Looks like a bit of spam got in again
Yah, more spam. I finally 'bit the bullet' and turned on the word verification thing. Sorry.
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