The Feeder by Crystal Rowe


There’s something about nature that makes it a holy place.

The quietness.

The peacefulness.

The freedom that comes from no distractions – no TV, no computer, no phones. Just birds chirping and leaves rustling. Maybe a buzzing bee here and there.

In the midst of my crazy world, nature feels like a safe place. The woods. The beach. Or a mountain. Or a lake. No matter how great technology gets or how many books we read or classes we take, there’s nothing more inspiring than raw nature.

I gaze out the window and watch the birds at the feeder. They come … they go … happy to eat the small seeds we’ve provided for them. The trees behind us are filled with new life. They are home to birds, squirrels, and the night owl that comes out promptly at 8:00 each evening. The beauty wraps me like a blanket, urging me to stop and stay awhile. It’s a shame that I’ve never stopped to notice the beauty that exists right in my backyard.

I wonder how my life would be different if I allowed myself to play in these woods for just an hour each day? Enjoying the company of the animals and the passers-by. Throwing out the “stuff” of life and re-living the days of free play and imagination.

That’s the journey L.L. Barkat invites us to in this chapter. A journey of self-discovery. A journey of finding the creative possibilities that God has planted in each one of us. An invitation to break out of the same old, same old and try something new.

Today, I am grateful for the invitation. And timidly, I accept.

Come on, try it. Come and play. ~ L.L. Barkat

[god in the yard] woods: invitation

by Crystal Rowe time to read: 1 min