Before an Adventure

"If someone had told me, would I have listened?" 

I wondered that when pondering a list of things I had recently added to my well (however deep or shallow) of knowledge and experience. 

Well, if someone DID tell me the things I'm about to share with you, I didn't listen. I know that because I don't remember anyone telling me these things, therefore, if someone did, I wasn't listening.
I had to learn them the harder way. Don't get me wrong, learning them wasn't bad! It was priceless. However, I think I'll still share just a few things about leaving the life you knew for an indefinite amount of time, and then eventually returning to it. My hope is that at some point, you (my readers) will have an opportunity to do something like an internship, take some time to travel, church program, or a school of some sort that will allow you experiences beyond what you could know yet. 

So picture it! 

You're heading off to a grand adventure! You have little to zero idea what waits for you when you arrive. There's nervousness, excitement, hope, and fear all mixed together like a chunky smoothie. You choke on one lump of emotion at a time and can never predict which one will hit you next. Exciting! Then a chunk of horror hits you as you realize how ridiculous you are for doing what you're planning on doing soon. But then the next moment you're struck with all the new possibilities that will be coming your way as a result of your risk-taking. You haven't left yet, but you've mentally noted where the suitcases are stored and are mentally making a list of people to invite to that send-off party. That's where you stand at the moment.

Now...here are some things I wish someone had told me when I stood where you do now:

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1) Whatever unresolved situations you leave...chances are, they will still be unresolved when you return. While that does kinda suck if there are any unresolved situations in your life, God says "live at peace with all men as far as it depends on you" so do what is necessary on your part to resolve things. (I'm not saying you do, but I did have unresolved situations and I came back and still had to resolve them.) The situations that cause you issues wait for your return and pounce at the weak moments when you don't know why you even came back. Learned that the hard way, sooooo thought I'd tell you.

2) Do not be surprised if you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known or thought. It's normal, and it's actually good. It's refining of your thoughts and perspective and perfect for God to show you HIS thoughts and HIS perspective. Doubt has a purpose. That purpose is to strengthen your desire for truth and for that truth to set you free when you apply it to your life. Just make sure you are intentionally putting yourself in a healthy environment that encourages spiritual growth and feeds you truth. But do some truth searching for yourself, too! Don't wait for thing to be fed to you if you have the means to feed yourself as well.

3)  More than likely...you will get lonely. I know I did. I was/am gifted with feeling lonely when surrounded by people. It's also why I tend to diligently keep myself from boredom...because the next step is to feel lonely. BUT. When you're in a new place, surrounded by completely new or sometimes worse, the saaaaame people day in and day out,..you may get lonely. 
Almost, not the most, but almost the worst thing to do then...is to contact people from home. Yes, there are times when it's necessary and very good for you! Keep up with them by all means! But in those lowest moments...it's not always helpful to hear that familiar voice when you need to be able to function away from close friends and family. But I'm not about to tell you NOT to contact that...no no.
 But part of the point of being away is so you learn how to cope and thrive in a situation foreign to your previous life. You work with what you've been given to ease the pains of loneliness. 
It's also the purrrfect time to kneel before God and recognize that Jesus was utterly abandoned on the cross and he knows what loneliness is like. And to thank him for never ever ever ever leaving or forsaking you. And learning to let God's peace take over and let his companionship ease the pain. 

So before you make that call home, have a chat with Heaven first.  ;)

I hope everyone, at some point, gets to go on a grand adventure. This life IS an adventure, so adventures within this adventure can be soooo great! :) Take that step. Take that risk. Be all there, and don't miss a moment of it. Wherever you are on whatever adventure, allow God the room to do what he wants in you. It is always worth it.

A Little Poem

Rhyme of Thought:

For like the dawn brings forth its light
So shall hope spring anew
And far from any greed or spite
Shall love now blossom through.

Pure Goodness

In Him Is found no thought or unjust deed.
Now for the picture, I think the translator took some liberties with this, but the overall message and truth of God's unending goodness still stand.
I found it very encouraging to be reminded that even though there may be pain of any sort (sacrifice, burdens, physical pain, emotional aches, etc), God is aware if it. And He doesn't waste our obedience and He never ceases to make good out of mistakes. Put another way, He never ceases to be good. Even though we may not understand how something will work out, the fact remains that God cannot be anything but good.

A P'ea'ce of Pie

He came in asking if I had “a minute to have a piece of pie” with him.

I was on the clock, but the restaurant was empty except for he, me and one other worker. I had time. My heart swelled with pleasure at being thought of, sought out, and offered a gift that was clearly more than pie. It was a gift of time.

“I believe I do!” I said while internally feeling an almost disturbing sense of giddiness. Where did that come from?

We settled at a table with coffee and pie and enjoyed some catch-up chatting time as we ate bites of apple and coconut crème.

“What are you doing this far out, Grandpa?”

“Getting feed and then I saw a little Mercedes parked out there,” he motioned to the parking lot outside, “and thought I’d see if the owner was hungry for pie.”

Maybe I wasn’t hungry for pie exactly… my hunger went much deeper than my stomach. That strange giddiness that wasn't wearing off as fast as I would have liked was proof enough of that. It was a hunger and a need to know someone cared and that I was loved…it seemed like a weakness, but whether it was a weakness or not, I was painfully aware of its existence.  But somehow with each bite of pie, with each genuine question of  interest, and with each little encouragement, my deeper hunger was being satisfied.

Too soon, other customers came in and needed my attention. Grandpa said, “I don’t want to keep you from your work. I’ll let you get back to it. Thanks for eating pie with me.” He stood to pay.

“$6.82” I said after I plugged the purchase into the register. He paid and pressed another bill into my hand.

“Get some gas in that car.” He said with a wink.

"Thanks for coming in, Grandpa." I said as I hugged him goodbye.

How did he know? Or maybe it is just obvious that I’m one of the many going-on-broke college students out there. But more than that, I know he wanted to bless me. And he did. He blessed me far beyond the blessing of pie and gas money, he blessed me with his time, presence and his love.

For a few minutes I was not the busy, success-minded, restless and driven university student. Instead, Grandpa let me be the little granddaughter who got to soak up her grandpa’s adoration for her.  He managed to touch that hunger within me that was deeper than my stomach. And I found peace in a few moments with him and a piece of pie.

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 I wrote this occurrence from my life because not only is it sentimental, but because of how it relates to humanity and God.  I was so keenly aware of that deeper hunger in me and that unsettling need to be loved, valued and thought of.  We all have a need as deep as the depths of our souls to be loved and accepted, and God offers us that through his Son, Jesus.  And only He can truly satisfy.

When Cows Escape

I use farm animals as examples quite a bit. I suppose that is just the most natural thing for me to do since I have been blessed to have grown up with their living, albeit animal, expressions of God's creativity and character. Watching them, seeing them grow and interacting with the critters has taught me countless invaluable lessons from which I tend to draw my blog posts. 


This one is no exception. 


God is love. He is loving, full of love, lovely, lovable, etc. But His very being is that of Love. He is also creative and personal. Full of goodness and grace for us, His beloved creation. 
Cows, on the other hand...oh they're cute alright. Until they turn 5 months old, or until weaning time when they are endlessly bawling for their mothers to come rescue them from the evil humans who are keeping them apart and denying them of their precious milk. Cows are dirty, they make messes that we call pies for some reason, and stick their tongues up their noses to lick out their own snot -which, because of where tongues usually come from, it all ends up in their mouths. That leads me to recall this: Cows eat grass. Which means they spend most of their lives with their noses pressed fairly close to the ground, and eating whatever dirt and bugs are on the blades of grass along with whatever else makes it's way in front of the living lawn mower. Eating grass...yum. Yet another thing about cows is that they need to be protected. A few of them have survival intelligence but most simply do not. A fence is the typical boundary and although it keeps the cattle in a confined area, it does serve as protection. Protection from their own stupidity and protection from whatever carnivorous creatures might be lying in wait on the other side. 


Now, don't get me wrong. I love cows! They are great creatures and only someone as creative as the God I serve could have come up with them! But allow me to draw an analogy for the sake of the point I would like to make later on.


                 God : Man  as  Man : Cow  (verbalized, that is: God is to Man as Man is to Cow)


Please bear with me as I make my "argument". God made Man in His own image, and though it is quite true that Man did not make a cow, for the sake of the following example, stick to the analogy until I'm done. Then feel free to tell me how ridiculous my analogy is. :)  Also, if you're offended that "cow" now takes up the position where "man" once was...I am not sorry at all. 


OK. God created Man with parts of His own characteristics and we all reflect Him in some way. And while cows don't exactly reflect us, in view of God being compared to man, I am actually willing to suggest that they do indeed reflect us more than we'd like to admit.
After all, we need protection. We need boundaries so we don't kill ourselves with our own stupidity. We make messes (we even make pies!) and we feed ourselves things that are bad for us, and can hardly see a step in front of our faces because we have our noses pressed to the dirt of all the things of our very important personal lives all the time. If we just could step back and see things from a little more distance, I wonder how much more we would see and understand. All that being said, we are cows. 


Story time:
Cow can be pretty dumb (hey look! another thing we have in common!). But something that they don't realize (brace yourself for yet another similarity), is that that fence that I mentioned earlier is for their benefit. Not because we  humans want to be all overly controlling and domineering and forcing them into submission with an iron hand (which is, unfortunately, how humans often view God). We want to protect the cows and their calves. They are valuable and important, so we treat them well and protect them. 
Occasionally, they lose sight of that and decide to escape. For awhile they are happy with their new found freedom until....well until they get hungry. Sometimes, though, they find some grass that keeps them happy and they set up a little refugee camp. But, like I said, those cows are valuable to us and frankly, they belong to us, so what do we do?
When this happens, my siblings and I grab a few buckets, some grain and a stick and head off to gather our lost bovine herd. 


When we find them, we coax them back into the correct side of the fence with the grain. Usually, that works great! Usually. We are gentle, speak in soft, comforting tones and we pet them to get them to relax and trust us.
But there is always a crazy one. One in every herd gets a little ADD or is just obstinate and blind to the fact that there is more freaking delicious grain waiting for them at home! Sometimes, this cow needs a stick poked into its rump to get it moving in the right direction. 
I don't like to use the stick. But sometimes I don't have a choice. I much prefer to use the grain and reward them for following me back to the place where they belong. Sometimes it is just clear that they forgot how much they need you and when they remember that it's the people who give them what they need, it is like you can almost see a smile on their faces as they run towards you with their ears flapping around. Almost. 


Remember the analogy. Are you an ADD or obstinate cow? Are you a cow who just kinda forgets where all the good stuff comes from? Are you too eager to leave the protection that the fence provides?


I, as one of the ones who would gather lost cows, know that the preferable way to do it is with the kind and gentle heart that gives them grain and reminds them why they want to come back home. I do not want to have to use the stick, but I will if the cow asks for it by ignoring me and disobeying me. I know that if I came to them with fireworks and was beating them with a stick to get their attention, I would have it alright. They would see me as dangerous and frightening and I would be driving them AWAY from me instead of TO me.


When we leave the fence, the safety net of protection that God has set up for us, and we get all independent and stuff, God approaches us gently, with grace and mercy. If we force His hand, though, He may have to use the stick of discipline, but that isn't how He wants to approach us. When we finally realize that the grace and mercy that He has for us is overwhelming, we have the choice to follow Him or reject Him and try to handle our "freedom". Isn't it wonderful how God approaches us gently and tries to draw us towards Him instead of sending us even farther away from where we belong by being harsh? 
Sometimes, when we force God's hand to use the stick on us, we view it as harshness from God. But I would argue that it is still His mercy and grace. After all, if I were to leave my cows outside the fence, I would be condemning them to hunger, danger, and ultimately death. So it is still good and merciful of me to use the stick to get the stubborn, distracted, or wild ones back to safety. For their own benefit and so that I, as the one who values them, can have peace knowing that what I love is safe within my care.


This isn't meant to be a "which kind of naughty cow are yooooou?" post. Rather, I would like you to look at the analogy I laid out in view of God's mercy and grace towards you. He is not a harsh God. He does not want to punish or frighten what is precious to Him so that they flee even farther from His presence. Instead, He wants to woo us and coax us and remind us why we should learn to follow and love Him more.


For He is love. He is good. And He loves and is good to us -so much more than we realize.