As most of you know we moved from Washington state almost two years ago. Washington is an incredibly beautiful place, displaying the wonders of God's creation; in mountains, forest, beaches and water.
One of my most favorite things to do (to be with you Papa or practice his presence and cultivate communion) is wander alone in the woods or take long walks on his beaches. I would lose track of time and spend hours alone, away from people, noise and stuff. In all that he made we see his qualities, his nature, his power. What a wonder is our Daddy. I would stop and feel the breeze blowing against my face, listen and watch the pounding waves. Pick up rocks and agates, spit on em, rub em and hold em in the light. Wow Papa! Wow! How amazing is all that you made. Like a little kid I get excited about his creatures and his creation. From sand fleas, to jelly fish. From seagulls to his majestic bald eagles. Sand dollars to wild flowers, from the distinct smell of fir trees to the sweet taste of honeysuckles and blackberries. All that he made is good!
Many times we would walk or sit in silence together, enjoying each others company without a word. Many times I would pour out my words in tears, in joy, in anger, in full outspoken access and freedom to his heart. Many times I would listen and he would speak comfort, clarity and teach me lessons from his creation. From the stars, potato bugs, salmon and sweet williams. He is so great and so good!
One lesson he spoke afresh to me while at Buck Creek last week. "Learn the lesson of the kingfisher" I thought it had to do with fishing but he said no. The kingfisher has the ability to see beyond the surface of things into the depths of the water, to catch the fish. This quality amazes me. How many times do I look only to see the surface of things (the external) and make conclusions and judgements based upon what I see rather than what is in the heart. Make me like the kingfisher Papa.
I am so thankful in Springfield I found Crabill Homestead and Buck Creek; places to go to be with Papa. Last week I was marveling at a cardinal, at the bright of it's red feathers, to it's shapes and sound. I ask stupid questions sometimes. "Papa how did you come up with this one?" Only to stand in awe, "You thought it; you spoke of it and it came to be!" He is the greatest artist I have ever met ... such beauty blows me away! Through his art work, I have discovered our Daddy is happy! Joyful, playful and fun!
Come on! For the first time in my life I saw puff balls the size of watermelons! I did a little dance and jug, giddy over a fungi!
If we give time to "smell the roses" of his creation, communion is so sweet.
Love D-love,
Bro Duke
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