30 Days of Wild: Day 18 

Day 18 found us on a Sunday afternoon heading to the mysteriously titled ‘forest church’. We are of the persuasion that there is a Maker of this beautiful and wonderful world we live in. We have been entrusted with the task of loving it, taking care of it and generally marvelling at the Makers handprints in creation.

Alex Mabbs, who goes to our church, set up forest church earlier this year to help connect the dots of us as creatures in a created world. You can read about it here.

It was blissfully cool in the woods on one of the hottest days of the year. We sat on the forest floor gazing around at the sun dappled world around us. Alex pointed out how to find ash trees and we had some time alone to appreciate the trees around us. The boys were alternately bored and fascinated. The flapjack at the end did lots in the direction of enjoying the afternoon.

I loved exploring the woods. I found myself again apreciating the natural world around us and the time to be absorbed in it.

Words we sang in ‘vaguely normal church’ come back to me as I write this.

This is my father’s world
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres

This is my father’s world
The birds their carols raise
The morning light, the lily white
Declare their maker’s praise

This is my father’s world
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas
His hand the wonders wrought

This is my father’s world
Oh, let me never forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong
God is the ruler yet

It felt good to be reminded that we know the creator of all this beautiful creation.

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