Uneven edges of the crag press at the arches of her two bare feet. Twenty feet down, she guesses, as her gaze tilts over the ledge.
Rose-colored nail polish stands in contrast to the green and swirling mass of water beneath.
Chills crawl down the skin of her arms, the breeze toying with a tendril gone rogue from its hastily-tied bun.
In one motion, she loosens the elastic band and slides it over a wrist.
Hair tumbling free, so is she. One. Two. Two and a half. Three.
Then dark. And a rushing hum.
The icy blanket wraps her tight, catches her breath in river’s deep.
But she smiles down below because nobody else could know, a taste of the mountain is on her lips.
She who dares discovers God, a wild and beautiful Creator, not boxed neat in Sunday packages,
But amidst the chaos of tangled brush and river rock.
And in all His wild, she finds herself.
Last week, I unplugged, shut down "production," and took time away with my family. In all of its rugged beauty, I witnessed the work of God at every turn. I hope you enjoyed our guest post from Meredith Mills in my absence, and now I wonder about you and your version of soul care...
Where do you get to just be yourself?
Do you ever fall into religious habit? What do natural faith encounters look like in your life?
...But the godly are as bold as lions. Prov. 18:1
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M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.