It’s a 40 minute drive from my home to Warner Camp. A transformation in my spirit occurs somewhere between I-196 and the left turn from Phoenix Road onto some county road with a number I don't know. Traveling with the tracks to my right now, I hit that same old big bump that seems to somehow bounce that last bit of stress from my body. Then it’s a right turn onto the dirt road, over that huge hump in the road caused by the rail road tracks, and I cross into a realm where all is right in the world. I park and step out onto holy ground. Is God really more present here, or am I just more aware?
After a five hour meeting of planning and praying with our team, it’s time to leave. But it’s a beautiful day, and I’m in need of some solitude. A walk in the Warner woods… past the football field, the beach, mosquito hill, the trail along the lake, to this bench.
The water is high; it comes right up to the bench. Something in me wants to get up and walk on water. Part of me feels like it could actually happen. I do want to experience more miracles, more supernatural interventions of God in my life. It’s tempting to try. I place my left shoe lightly on the water. What if?
Nope, it sinks.
I smile to myself while making my way back to the car with one slightly wet shoe.
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Sat, March 14, 2009
by Chris Spitters