Worship your own way

Dave's dad used to say he felt closest to God when he was out on the lake fishing.  If I fished in North Dakota, I would feel closer to a icicle.  
My own mother said she "worshiped the trees of East Texas".
Dave grew up Catholic.  I grew up Episcopalian.  Some of my best friends in grade school and high school were Jewish.  
As I travel a great deal for work right now, I don't always get a chance to go to church in the same place at the same time each week.  Dave and I decided to go to a sunrise Easter service this morning.  Sunrise in Tucson is gorgeous.  Cool air, bright blue sky, and praise and worship music.  Beautiful!

As the pastor began to speak about the perplexing nature of Easter, a hush fell over the crowd.  Except....except for the birds.  As soon as he began speaking, one bird began "cheep cheep". Then another went "twert, twert, twert".  Another chimed in with a louder "Peet-peet-peet-peet".  I almost laughed outloud as they overtook the attention of the congregation.  All I could think was "we all come to worship in a different way".

Just for today, perhaps we should realize that when we all come together, we may speak, worship or love in a different way.  But, we can still communicate.

So grateful, today, for God, family, friends, and the ability to do work that I love.  I hope you are too!

Happy Communicating!

Shelly