A deep sadness would often come over me when people talked about meeting God outdoors.
Since I can’t easily go outside, I’ve frequently felt I was missing out on something integral to a strong faith. People would remark at the inexplicable closeness they had with God in nature. I longed to experience that myself.
Christian writers through the centuries have talked about the sacredness of finding God in creation. Oswald Chambers says, “If we are children of God, we have a tremendous treasure in nature and will realize that it is holy and sacred. We will see God reaching out to us in every wind that blows, every sunrise and sunset, every cloud in the sky, every flower that blooms, and every leaf that fades, if we will only begin to use our blinded thinking to visualize it.”
While I know we have a tremendous treasure in nature, my first-hand knowledge is largely limited to what I see through windows. I rarely venture outside to walk across grass and uneven paths because I could easily fall. But as I read and hear other people describe how they experience the glory of God in nature, I always wish I could experience his glory in the same way.
A few weeks ago, I was given that rare opportunity. Someone was going to take me to a beautiful waterfall near where I was staying, so I could experience it myself. I couldn’t wait.
When we got to the waterfall, I found a stone bench nearby where I sat down and marveled at the beauty around me. It was a misty fall day, with the sunlight filtering through the trees and the leaves floating lazily to the ground. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. I talked to God and soaked in the silence, anticipating a supernatural sense of his presence. I desperately wanted this to be an unforgettable experience.