l
I want to go home. I am 'home' technically, but Alabama feels like home. A place carved out of the side of a lakeside hill by a woman seeking a place to meet with God in her grief. Shiloh. She called it Shiloh. There she wrestled thru the loneliness, and grief, and stood with hands on hips watching as a tornado hooked left at last minute--leaving her unscathed. Shiloh. God met with her there. Hiding her as in a cleft of a rock...She made this place a place of great beauty. She welcomed many-gave generously and those who parttake sense God's presence.
Shiloh is a gift. God's gift to the weary soul.
You are a giver of awesome Gifts. Thank you!


No comments:
Post a Comment