I don't want to be a tour guide at the nature reserve called Abba, directing others’ attention to that cliff-face over there... that ravine... that bush... that vista, fabricating wonder for guests but having in my soul completely lost touch with the landscape of my Father's heart. I want to see You, Lord. Fully. I want to feel the texture, heat and cold. To breathe Your air and discover the unseen tracks of who You are. I don't want to live a life that points to You. That is not enough. I want to live engrossed in You. Sweat on my brow. Dirt under my nails. Flowers in my hair. Utterly lost in the wild wonder. -Antonette Weatherly
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