John’s words were a mourning with me, son and mother, for the loss of his mighty strength in our lives. “I guess now that Dad’s gone you won’t have any more adventures,” he said. I had to think about that for a while, but even then I knew that would not be the case. Now, almost four years later and several adventures in between, I’m heading out the door, across a continent, over an ocean, another continent, and into Central Asia.
Two weeks full of too much to imagine. And I’m thankful for Him who leads this mighty exploit.
~~Blue birds flying low over grasses
~~Sunshine warm on skin after a long winter
~~Support of friends and family
~~Two of four sons in church with me on Mother’s Day
~~Two others far away, but healthy, strong, and checking in with love
~~Courage, all His
~~Tulips blooming in the neighborhood
~~Songs for hurting hearts
~~Suitcases packed with good gifts
~~An airplane, another airplane, third airplane, email, and home
God’s best blessings to you!
The door is open, and the path disappears around the bend into the trees. The first step is tentative. I hold my breath, starring forward. Doubts, failings, fears, discouragements; all the past burdens wrap themselves around my shoulders.
“I’m doing a new thing,” His voice whispers, “leave those weights behind.” The warmth of His hand on my shoulder replaces the heaviness, bringing courage and hope. The next step opens the expanse of sky, the third the mountains beyond. Like incense, His presence freshens the breeze. Possibilities replace the doldrums of fear and indecision.
“I’ll never leave you,” comes the whisper through the trees ahead, “but you must learn to listen for my voice. As long as you walk with me, you walk as a new creation. The past will remain past. Journey into the New.”
The next step brings assurance, the step after that hope. Joy comes in the pacing, the genesis of the New.
If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has gone, the new has come!
2 Corinthians 5:17 NIV
We are well and enjoying the delights of autumn, which means that the temperatures in this corner of Arizona are staying below ninety degrees.
We are heading into the fast track on the actual packing/weeding out/lightening the load phase of the move. I find myself pulling stuff out of its place, going through it (spreading it around) and then leaving it to start the same thing in another spot. Not exactly a streamlined method of dealing with stuff. But, some things are finding their way out the front door, never to return again. Others are finding their way into boxes, organized, labeled and ready to go. That is a good thing.
Since actual travel must be put on hold, cyber travel has become a means of survival. A favorite audio jaunt has been to http://radioprimetime.org/specials/silence, where Gordon Hempton’s audio ecology efforts are showcased. Sounds from the Hoh National Forest, pristine and unadulterated, bring us as close to creation as we may ever be.