Do You Have a Spot?

We move a lot. I mean A LOT! And every place we move, I can't feel settled until I find what I call "my spot."

In Old Park near Kremmling, Colorado, it was beside a pretty mountain stream called Pass Creek. In Redding, California, it was on a big boulder by the Sacramento River. In Parachute, Colorado, it was on a quiet, sparkly lake on the Grand Mesa a short drive away. In Denver, it was on a big rock by Harvey Park Lake. Now, in Brownwood, Texas, I have found my spot in a pretty park along the Pecan Bayou.

In my spots, the blur of life takes focus and I sit there as long as it takes to feel a quieting. I pray. I sing. I take photos. I listen. He speaks. I write. 

Psalm 34:8 - Taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him.