to dwell & be held.
& i wonder maybe, if the green from the trees has been transplanted in our hearts as we heal & grow. words that come to me. words that stay with me. this transition between summer's vibrancy & muted fall. this slowly moving shift of the seasons. & here i am. walking through this muted green land. i walk down the hill, & down the driveway. the pasture next to us is currently occupied with a lovely looking group of cows. they stare in what looks to be curiosity as i walk by. i stop & look at the flowers that surround the hope log. their colour a stark contrast to the muting surroundings. i wander off behind the hope log just a few steps & down through a few trees. & i am here in the 'sanctuary' & all the world seems to just be as i sit down upon a log bench. here in the shade of the trees i enter my own little world. i talk to Jesus. in this place it feels like He is just right here sitting beside me. "He that dwelleth in
