‘I’d like to experience things with God too!’... whines my little lad and, on a whim, he grabs the Bible and reads at random these words of Jesus: ‘...Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened....’
I’m drawing at the back of my studio, huddled under a big cover, only letting my eyes poke out, and my right hand, clinging on to a pencil. I stop drawing every now and then to warm up my fingers, numbed by the cold, on a cup of tea with a lovely smell of honey.
I allow myself a short break and go into my flat. I’m greeted by my two little scallywags of children who, with mischief on their lips, provoke me with their:
’You can’t catch me-ee! You can’t catch me-ee!’
The high-speed chase and cushion fight that follows is epic. Torture by tickling for everyone! I’m sweating profusely: family – there’s nothing better for keeping you warm!
I always go into the forest to talk to God, but for several days now I haven’t been receiving him loud and clear. My thoughts drift and my prayers are nothing more than catch phrases that I don’t really believe… A religious carcass, with no heart inside: what a pathetic person I am to speak to!
Snuggled up in bed with my little boy, we talk together, as we always do before he goes to sleep. I’m sometimes there when he sets off into the land of dreams, and this bed is then like the platform of an enchanted railway station. But it sometimes happens that, unintentionally, we set off there together. This evening, I tell him how, once, I came across an angel in the forest (haven’t I told you? Well…, I will maybe in Appointment in the Forest 3, if you promise to be good!)...
‘I’d like to experience things with God too!’... whines my little lad and, on a whim, he grabs the Bible and reads at random these words of Jesus: ‘...Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened....’ (Luke 11: 10)! We look at each other, startled by the sense that the Lord has just spoken to both of us... All too clearly!!
The forest’s frozen, it snaps beneath my feet, like a delicious biscuit between my teeth. This morning, at last my Lord and I spoke heart-to-heart. We’d missed that; my soul’s finally warming up again and feeling cosy!
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