"Sometimes I don't hear you because you are so close you are whispering in my ear. Help me be silent so I can make out your words."
These words are from my prayer journal during a snowshoeing excursion through the woods of Big Sky, Montana (January 2005). I have always felt closest to God in the quiet of nature. When I'm away from all the hustle and bustle of life, away from technology, away from the noise, I can hear the whisper of something greater. I remember that evening of snowshoeing well. The woods were silent the way only a snow covered forest can be. The only sound was the crunching of snow beneath each foot as I crept my way deeper in. I wrote these words after finding a seat on a fallen tree.