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.”

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About Jody

This blog, like this girl is an ever-changing work in progress. The second I think I know myself I go and change. I write - some good, some bad. But, I write... I am a writer.
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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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