With tired eyes we shuffled into the camp’s humble chapel. The sun streamed through the trees and windows and threw its transparent arms out across the room, as if to welcome us. It was early, but peaceful. We wasted no time quieting ourselves before Him. Someone pulled out a guitar, and we began to sing, but this time with no particular order of events or time limits.
I found a place to sit at the back, leaning against the wall. As is often the case when I am in a quiet place, my mind began to process the things that had happened throughout the week. I began to pray. Where have I been, Lord? There’s so much to talk about. Sort me out, Father.But kindly, steadily, He answered me. I felt Him say, “Don’t worry about all that, child. Just be with Me.”
I was at a loss. I realized how quickly I’d forgotten that simply being with Him still often profited as much as pouring out my heart. Being in His presence, being with Him, does not always require sound or thought or motion. It just requires Him and me. He reminded me of the ever-growing contrast between life in this Kingdom and life in this world.
Later on, a group of us took a walk to a clearing in the woods. It was quite literally breath-taking. The trees were splattered with fall colors and the sun continued to shine warmly, contrasting the chill of the morning. One by one, we took turns pointing out different aspects of creation that we saw. We began to realize that countless forms of life surrounded us. The place was teeming with life … leaves, trees, insects, birds and even deer.
How powerful a thing it is to realize how delicately woven together the tapestry of creation is. We are no exception. We are every bit as complex (if not more) as the changing of seasons, the inner workings of an oak tree, the rising of the sun. One of my friends noted that even though all of these things are incredible, they weren’t doing anything except what they were made to do, yet they were still a blessing to us. I took what she said to heart, realizing how true that holds in my own life. I don’t have to try to be something I’m not, I just have to be what I know to be and follow His lead.
Our artist Father had so much in mind when He set the world in motion. He gives us reminders every day of His perfect plan, but often we are too preoccupied to notice the God of the universe staring us in the face. In my case, He pulled me away for a weekend retreat to remind me of how powerful and immaculate He is.
The longer I sat in the field that morning, the more the dynamics of my weekend emerged in my mind. I thought of the hilarious moments filled with uncontrollable laughter, the reverent times of worship, the sweet fellowship with each other and with God, the faultless beauty of the stars and the trees and the lake and the fields. I was reminded once again that worship is something that permeates every part of my life, far beyond singing in church or even being quiet in my room. It is something that is reflected and practiced in all I do and all He is.