Everyday, in the afternoon, a boy left his family farm (and his chores) and ventured off into the woods. Fifteen minutes latter he would come back. His father noticed this pattern. After a while he started to worry.
“Son, why are going off into the woods each day.”
The boy replied, “I go off to talk to God.”
“But God is everywhere. You don’t need to go to the woods to talk to him.”
The boy was wise beyond his few year, and he knew this, but he replies, “I know God is everywhere, but I am different in the woods.”
I know in my own life I know God is everywhere, but I need to carve out time and space where I am different. Where I slow down enough to recognize that God is everywhere. It is an odd condition that we sometimes have to go somewhere specific to see God everywhere.

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