Wilderness

by piccolabimba

Sometimes you just need to go someplace to hear God. Usually the wilderness is a good place to start.

I heard God in the wilderness.

Nature has become scarce.

I kept waiting and waiting.

I would sit in the silent place

Day in and day out, pushing

Back my worries and thoughts

Of home, or what was left of it.

However, it wasn't until I started thinking about problems that things got better. Laying in that field, shouting out my worries aloud to the sky was more healing than all my shrink visits combined.

I started to do something that I hadn't done in a while: my shouts to empty skies turned into prayers. I directed all my concerns to the God of my childhood, the blind faith that He really was there, listening to my rants.

After a week in the field, one morning I woke up and had nothing more to say. No more worries came out of my mouth, but rather songs. I sang all day. Songs from Sunday School that returned to my mind, songs on the radio. I was just happy. That's when I knew it was time to go home.