The
prairie grass waved as the wind cooled the walkway; the green expanse was freckled
only by clouds’ shadows. The natural beauty of the plains was broken only by
classic wooden farmhouses and the red brick buildings were we slept. These
stunning surroundings seeped into my soul, as beauty tends to do when we allow
ourselves to be immersed in it. That weekend, in the silence imposed by the
retreat, I was absorbed by the wonders of creation. The quiet created a space
within myself to slow down and really look: to look more closely at my own life
and relationship with Christ, as the retreat intended, as well as at the beauty
around me.
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