Have you ever walked into a golden field until you were alone as far as you could see and sat down and had a talk with Jesus? 

I was nine years old. My family had recently moved to a farm and converted to a living which I was very unaccustomed to, having previously lived in the city of Milwaukee. I came to live every factor in the beauty of nature until they became almost spiritual to me. Air, stars, wild animals, insects, and the quiet yet bountiful land had opened my eyes where the city had me blinded. I wanted to see more every day, but I knew nothing measured up to the divine life that was growing in my spirit. 

I had read the Bible from Genesis to Revelation by myself, one to three chapters per night, when I was five years old. It was my choice-no one told me to do this. I loved the Lord very much. 

But it was not until this day that I had any true realization of what He deposited into me. 

It was a winter afternoon, and the voices inside the house were shut off completely when I closed the door. It was now just the Lord, nature, and me. My feet shuffled, walked, then ran beneath me past the barn and into the field until I found a padded down spot where a deer had slept. There I sat in the midst of the soft, flowing waves of the field grass. I could see my horse watching me from a distance, but other than her, no living soul would find me. I had no idea why the Lord brought me there at the time, but the sky was huge deep blue sea and so awesome a sight that I could not help but pray. 

The wind would grow stronger. The sun would cast its palette across the sky before me. I did not notice how time passed as I talked to God. Inside, my spirit was lifted. My heart was warmed. Tears ran without a wonder as why. The Lord had broken me, and it is this moment that I gave my life to Him.  

As dusk fell, I walked towards home and glanced behind me at that perfect patch where my body had warmed the earth. It was there, in that spot, where I saw my life as the Lord sees it. It was there that I was shown how fragile my life is, and how deeply I must love the people in my life, to be nurtured by them spiritually an eventually sharing with them what I have gained of His life. It was there the Lord told me I will always be His.

Rom. 1:19a~20a "…that which is known of God is manifest within…;…the invisible things of Him ...being perceived by the things made…"

—C. R.