Sunday, July 26, 2009

Fields of Worship

Picnic Mountain was named by the eldest cousin. He was a preschooler when they purchased a piece of rural Maine. In the beginning, nothing existed but the trees, a brook that ran through them, and the field on the hillside by the road. They'd pitch a tent and picnic in the field.

Since I have been interpreting, I have taken Sunday mornings to spend some time in the field. With the songs that will be sung at church that morning on my ipod, I head to the hillside to worship with my church family.

At the appointed time, several hundred miles away, I join them in worship. Surrounded by grass and flowers, I stand before God, singing, and signing.

Thank You God for some time with You, with my family of origin and with my church family.

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