Snow Angels

I grew up in Montana, the Big Sky country. And if you have ever been there you would see why they call it that. At night the stars just jump out at you and come alive with wonder. Everything becomes quiet and for a moment, life is at it's best. I remember winter camp and going up to the mountains and lying in the snow and making snow angels and looking up at the stars. God seemed so alive and magnificent in all the beauty and the silence somehow drew me closer to Him.

But now that I have moved to a warmer climate with a lot more people and less places where you find quiet I have to practice hearing God. I have to practice listening to God despite the distractions. And it's been exactly that, practice. Sometimes I questions the words or pictures God may give to me and I lose a sense of all that God is saying deep within my soul.

So each Saturday I schedule a time from 8:00 - 9:30 am to spend time learning to hear God's voice. Here I experience God in a whole new way and I learn with other believers. It is now a non-negotiable in my life. I look forward to it each week and somehow God has become alive again in my soul. And maybe, just maybe, God looks down and sees me making a snow angel. Come out and experience God with us at Cafe Fuego.