The Back Road…
by madiniven
The Back Road… That’s what our family calls it.. it’s the road past our neighborhood.
Do I know the real name of the road? No.
One night… when my family was crammed into the van, riding on the “back road”… my dad started singing a song.
I had no idea what the song was… so I started singing a faster song. Then my mom and sister joined in with our random singsong fest!
Haha… I just wish you could have seen the look on my brothers face! It was quite funny. He just sat there quietly.. but I could tell he wished he was home.. earphones on.. laptop placed on his lap.. peace and quiet was what he had longed for.
Sometimes in my life I just wish for a peaceful.. quiet place to spend time with God.
I love nature.. and it’s so peaceful outside… but I am paranoid.
Why? You might ask.. Are You paranoid??
I guess I have watched way too much 24 and prison break.
I really want a place where I can meet God. Just me and God.. No one else.
No distractions.
I really want a relationship with God like David had.
I read Psalm 119 today. It’s a really long chapter, I think it took me twenty minutes to read it..
I kind of read this chapter in prayer form though. Like.. I was reading it.. and praying it for myself at the same time.
I feel like there is a theme to this chapter. David keeps saying.. GOD teach me your commandments, I will Obey your Commandments!
I want that same fire in me. I want to not get sleepy when I read the bible. But I want to hunger for GOd’s word!
God… Place that same fire,that was in David, in me. Amen!
PEace!
1 life colliding into an intimate relationship with our Creator 
I think you’re on to something…
When I was really little ….under kindergartern or 1st grade…I used to spend all my time outside….because people back then left you alone out there. We had this yard that seemed huge…it was before anyone but the rich landscaped yards….most every yard in our middle to lower middle class neoghborhood was a wonderland…for a child.
Our third to half acre lot was guarded by 10 year old boxwoods…the dark green, soft and feathery kind that you could dive through without resistance . Huge white pines – 30 feet high – we’re towers that my six year old and under playmates and I climbed. I had a monstrous MImosa in the back…it’s nimble brances stretched in every direction …and we followed along those strong bare arms to the cover of its green fronds and reward of delightful pink puffs. All manner of unprickly hedge encompassed our domain and we darted to and fro among it. Behind…was an even greater treasure: a field full of tall grasses that seemed to stretch to eternity…Wonder overtook me as I set out into it. It may not have looked like riches to some….but I know of no one who was more blessed as a child than I…In that safe yet wondrous place…I was at liberty to roam and dream and and talk to God….
As I grew and gained the mobility of my bike and a longer leash to wander, I sought other sanctuaries…larger fields, creeks beds to wade…lakes to paddle…I cannot tell you how it has enriched me…tuned my ears to the different keys of God’s singing.
Find places….I know you are the media bug…but don’t let it’s lie that “all out there is evil” rob you of the riches of quiet and beauty. Find places…