On this First Sunday of Lent, I took some time away to walk, breathe; stick my feet in the sand and be.
For many years, I had a commitment every Sunday. It’s freeing to step out of the mold and experience God in a non-traditional setting.
Today, while we were walking, it was very quiet. Suddenly, a bunch of seagulls, ducks, etc. all started chattering at the same time. My response to the birds chatting it up; “Must be Bird Church.”
We walked on a little further and found this little guy chatting away. My husband said, “He’s the Preacher.”
The people I minister to; I meet them right where they are at. God does the same for us; meeting us wherever we roam.
You never know when, where or how God will get your attention or if you will wind up in the middle of “Bird Church.”
Have a Blessed Week!