Meetings With God

I usually drive through some country roads to get to the church building from my house every day, mainly because I work there. There is a flatter, straighter Indiana cornfield kind of way, but I prefer to go my way. I cross the Wildcat Creek about a mile from my home. These are pictures of the Wildcat I took the other day.

I find a kind of peace looking at things that God made. I love to hear the water as it rushes by. I love the fall colors God uses to paint the world. Reflecting on God's handiwork helps me regain perspective in a scenic nature setting.

But it's not peaceful here.

I took these pictures standing under the bridge I cross daily -- and a bunch of other people cross it -- all the time... so the road noise is profound.  I don't think the fish glow anymore from Industrial waste and pesticide runoff, but I'm not having any for dinner. There are houses all over the place with the buzz of people.

Sometimes I can get away and think...and sometimes I need to think where I am.  My mind drifts to the story of the old man, Daniel, faithful man of God, while serving under multiple kings and nations in a land not his home.  He demonstrated his manly steel more than once, and now an old man - continued to meet with God three times a day, even when ordered not to do so - at a cost of facing hungry lions. Yeah, I want to be that faithful to my God - but I have a long way to go to get there. God delivered Daniel "because he trusted in his God" (Daniel 6:23).

I quickly drive by the scenes above daily -- usually rushing to get to a meeting with someone besides God. There is no meeting  more important than meeting with God. Maybe it's a trust issue. Do I truly trust God with everything I have, am, or will be? Enough to make my prayers a constant meeting with Him? Yeah, got some work to do here. How about you?