Last Friday, my husband and I hiked in Doughton Park, which is off the Blue Ridge Parkway near our cabin. I was tired, so we didn’t go far. Furthermore, we picked an easy stretch that paralleled the parkway. It was still wonderful.
When we stopped for lunch, I sat on dead leaves with my back against a tree and felt like I had come home. There’s something about being in the woods with a peanut butter sandwich and diet Coke (yes, I know they’re unhealthy and I don’t often drink them, but oh my, they’re good every now and then) that makes a deep place in me meet with my Maker.
Other people might have different places where they feel immediately close to God, but for me, it’s the mountain woods with a picnic lunch (did I mention the Fritos). I’d encourage you to think–where is it for you?