Listening–and being an instrument of God

All was silent in the warm summer afternoon. Not a perceptible movement in this isolated rocky stillness. Yet a sense of urgency wouldn’t let up. It compelled me to stand there and keep scanning. But for what?

Puzzled, I let my eyes rove over the whole scene. The wide swath of vegetation along the roadside seemed normal enough: grassy growth dotted here and there with thistles and saplings, all stretching to the edge of a forest that spilled down the steep mountainside. 

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