The Voice Of God

Good evening all, it's been difficult finding my way back here to write like I would like to. I think about it while doing daily duties but then when I get time there is always so many things to give my time too. Along with that, there are the things I feel I 'should' wright about, before I get to wright about the things I 'want' to wright about. Tonight I am just going to jump into the end and work my way back!

The sun had just set and the shadows growing larger by the minute I walked to the river just beyond the empty field behind the apartment complex I live in now. Seven days ago I walked out here knowing I was coming to find a place to go when I want or need to be alone with my thoughts. I walked but only a couple hundred yards when I saw this old saw blade, looked like one that could have come out of a saw mill. The rusty metal with teeth looked like a giant snake winding its way through the long grass. The blade caught my attention but when I looked beyond the saw, the side of the river bank slowly sloped down to the waters edge and wound back behind a nice thicket of trees and brush, it was a perfect spot to sit with out being seen by any one who might walk by. I found my place, a place to come to be with my higher power. While I sat there quietly tonight a young beaver appeared there in the water quietly swimming along the bank. I softly said hello as he slowly moved past me. At the same time the bats were getting started for their night of insect feeding. Hovering over the river, they swooped up, down and around each other in numbers filling the night sky with black silent flutters. I started thinking about the gifts the universe gives us, the messages sent to us through the life of other living things here around us. A moment later I saw the wings of a lard bird crossing the river just above the tree line. Out of the silence I heard a screech and then two of the same figures circled above and around twice before soring off to find food! I realized at that moment they were both screech owls, at least I think so. I will confirm that later with my bird book. I took a good look at their silhouette and size so I think I can id them OK. Owls have keen night vision and hunt at night.
I looked back to the river and there just below me was the beaver, he had returned to finish his days work.I wasn't sure but I kept thinking I could hear the sound of branches cracking but with the rushing sound of the water I could have been imagining it. I'm hoping that this is the first of many meetings he and I will have! Perhaps he is building a home near my special spot and perhaps we will come to understand life's meanings together! The nature God created teaches us how to live, how to survive, while living in peace and harmony. To be still and listen one can hear the voice of God. I hear things so clearly when I let go and know that things happen for a reason. Just because we cant see it at the time, God knows your fear and will make things clear to us in his time.
The last two times I have gone to this special place, I found that the fears I had been holding onto became clear! I was able to let go of my fear when I saw it through his eyes not my own! I hope to one day be able to write about what I mean by that. I do know though, the voice of God tells me the things I need to know when I need to know them.

Love and joy to you all, good night and God Bless!