The Church of the Wild Flowers

The Church of the Wild Flowers

The Church of the Wild Flowers

“What about Church, isn’t that God’s house?” She asked

“God’s house is where you feel him, sweet child.”

She ran with reckless abandon through the field of wild flowers. Carefree. The sunshine warmed her face. The fresh smell of nature made her feel free and at peace. Her troubles floated away on a breeze.

“I feel him! I feel him!” She threw her head back and laughed.

“That’s the Church of the Wild Flowers.”

About Jody

Jody is a graphic designer, doodler, reader, lover of dogs and the Los Angeles Dodgers. She runs a popular print on demand site The Whimsy Doodle Shop and can usually be found doodling new design ideas on scraps of paper. Jody lives in LA with her husband and two rambunctious dachshunds.
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4 Responses to The Church of the Wild Flowers

  1. Wow this beautiful and deep. Love the concept of God is anywhere you feel him. Love this!!!

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  2. authormbeyer says:

    How utterly beautiful in a breath-takingly sweet and child-like way! Your word picture charms me to the very marrow of my bones. (And apparently gets me high on hyperbole.)

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