“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.”