Day 3: The parable of the river wash

The wind was blowing and the kids were chilly. Andrew had the idea that if they climbed down the hill, it would block the wind so he led an expedition with the little brothers in seek of a wind shelter. Inside the RV, I glanced out the window and watched them grow smaller and smaller as they explored the area. 

I had a terrific line of site. The area was nearly completely void of life. A vast field of volcanic rocks, there weren't even the typical desert shrubs that fill most desert landscapes. But, they kept going and as they turned into little dots, I decided to grab the baby and join them. 

The wind was chilly, I totally didn't blame them for seeking a wind block. The baby wiggled out of my arms and ran down the hill after his brothers. In the distance, I saw a line of trees. Maybe we could gather some firewood in the creek bed. 

I caught up with the boys as they climbed down into the river wash. 

Between the trees and the dip in the landscape, the air was completely still and warm as the sun shone down on us. The river wash was a stark contrast the the land around it. It was full of trees and small plants. Flowers of many kinds were blooming. The ground was sandy with an arrangement of different types of interesting rocks, drift wood and the occasional insect. 

The children were wide with wonder.

"This is a hidden gem." Andrew exclaimed.

"It is so beautiful and no one would know it is here." Philip followed.

Miles fell silent as he bent to examine flowers and look under rocks for bugs.

We walked along the river bed for a while. The kids played and explored and wondered.

Philip began singing a hymn he knew from school.

I listened to him with a bit of wonder. The natural beauty of nature compelled him to sing about God. 

It was so clear that his heart had found that connection with the creation, the creator, and his natural response was to sing. 

We can find church anywhere. Ancient cathedrals with light streaming in through the stained glass murals. Or river washes in the middle of a barren wilderness.

I walked in silence and breathed in the sunlight, the wildflowers, the still air, the peaceful exploring children and the small voice that sang of God's love for us.