I’ve been thinking recently about places of significant spiritual encounters. (That’s sort of what happens when you’re in a car by yourself for six hours driving up the California coast.)
Those places where I could tie my story to something physical, something tangible, some moment in time where I would say, “I met God there.”
All of us have those moments or places.
Maybe a camp, retreat, weekend, vacation, or experience. Perhaps some time away with God at a cabin, next a stream, on a path, in the garden, or walking down the street.
Stories like these are littered throughout the Scriptures.