By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I find myself shying away from
those whose words contain no flame –
people
books
movies
I find myself longing for the power of story,
an ageless warmth that drew crowds from their daily lives
to the words of the Galilean –
to feel the fire build in their heart.
It’s that fire I crave –
The warmth of a woodstove on a spring morning.
The glowing coals of a shepherd’s hill camp
where he settles his flock for the night
cooks his meal
and sleeps to the song of a stream.
It’s that intimacy I long for –
to sit in the presence of One who can
show me how to live simply
with peace
with purpose.
Sometimes, that’s all I want.
Then I pray to you, O Lord.
I say, “You are my place of refuge.
You are all I really want in life.
Psalm 142:5
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A moonless night shrouded the river, and Caleb settled for an unfamiliar clearing when he saw that his earlier camp spot had been taken. He unsaddled and hobbled the horses, tied them together, and looped a lead rope around a saddle horn. At least he’d feel it if someone tried to steal them. Or he’d be trampled to death by his startled mounts.
The open fire warmed his face and feet and offered an odd companionship, another voice to counter that of the river, making him feel not so alone. The remains of his jerked beef teased his stomach into true hunger, and he drank several tin cups of water from the cold river. Glittering stars again filled the sky, reminding him that not many such nights remained before storms gathered against the mighty Rocky Mountains. ~Loving the Horseman
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