We just got back last night from three days in Bretagne -- the westernmost region of France, famous for its rocky beaches, proud people, crèpes, and butter. It was a great time to get away with our family and see another part of this country. God used it to renew us spiritually and physically, thanks much to Parole de Vie, a ministry to young people, who let us stay at their retreat center in Dinan.Wednesday, we spent some time with some good friends with a heart for Breton-speakers in the region. They introduced us to their passion for the area and their adopted people. That passion in itself helped restore us.
After a delicious galette aux andouilles (I won't translate that, but you can look it up if you want) in Huelgoat,* we visited an amazing park filled with huge moss-covered boulders strewn about a riverbed. It's an area that makes you recognize why the druids worshiped the spirits of nature in the region. It was awe-inspiring. We sloshed in the mud, climbed the rocks, and strolled in the woods, all the while worshiping the true Creator. I could not help but think that God had made the world and called it good (Genesis 1). We talked about Romans 1:20 and were inspired to think of Luke 19:37-40, where Jesus said that if we are silent, "the stones will cry out" praises to God. I left thinking that for centuries, the Druids worshiped the creation instead of the Creator and that, today, many scientists deny even the existence of a Creator. What I saw was evidence of a caring God who put each mighty boulder in its place and who brought us there for a time to encounter His glory.
*Trivia moment: We found out that Huelgoat is Breton for "high forest," which, interestingly enough, is rendered in German to become the name of a town in Tennessee where we used to live: Hohenwald.
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