They say adventure is what keeps us young.
And going boldly into the unknown is the stuff family vacations are made of–as if life on the regular isn’t full of enough risk to take your breath away on the average Tuesday.
The Gold Camp Road winds its snow-covered way through the Front Range of the Rockies, yielding breathtaking views, unencumbered by pesky guardrails. As the only pessimist in a carload of optimists, I held my breath the first time we met an oncoming vehicle.
“Is there really room for us to pass?” I asked, and was assured that there was, even though the passing took us closer to the edge of the road than I would have preferred.
Snow crunched under the mini-van’s tires, and mule deer eyed us blandly from rocky outcroppings above us as another vehicle approached. In that moment, it dawned on me–these oncoming cars are bearers of good news! The road is open and the way ahead is clear and passable. They have been there and have survived to wind their way in our direction, to meet us in the road, and to travel on where we have been before.
And this is the gift of God’s written Word. Faithful men and women in its pages bear witness to the way ahead. It is also the service we render to one another as we share our own stories about God’s faithfulness to us. We are fellow passengers on a winding road with almost no idea of what’s ahead. There are long stretches with no guardrails, and yet we continue to travel forward, carried by the good news that God’s promises to us are solid. We are invited to “consider the outcome” of a life committed to trusting those promises and to imitate the faith of those who have made the journey. (Hebrews 13:7)
Since we’ve just barely returned from a trip to Colorado to visit our son, the “times and the seasons” here on this country hill are just beginning to find their way back to “normal,” and our hearts are full of great memories set against a backdrop of rugged beauty completely foreign to us.
We savored the daily routines of meals together and spent our evenings unwinding with games of Catan The Board Game and Unexploded Cow (Really. It’s a thing.) We hit the road to visit Focus on the Family’s headquarters; to take a blustery walk through the Garden of the Gods, tracking pinkish dust onto the frozen white pathways under our feet; and to explore the frontier towns around the Sangre de Cristo mountains and the San Isabel National Forest. Breathtaking!
Winter Here at Home
I met “Fishstick” this winter in an elementary school classroom. Who’d have thought this homeschooling mum would be teaching fractions and social studies in the public schools? Substitute teachers parachute into the unknown, and, some days I feel like a human bookmark, just there to hold the place until the teacher returns, but this is a season of transition in our family; these are days of comings and goings. I am learning that God’s assignments are sometimes seasonal, but always secure.
“Lord, you have assigned my portion and my cup, and have made my lot secure.” (Psalm 16:5)
Tucker and I have been walking the snowy paths here on the hill. Breathing in the frosty air and hearing the snow squeak under my feet, I’m grateful for the beauty that’s unique to each season.
Winter Reading, Writing, and Other Gifts
I shared here that I’m learning to love the slow watering that happens when I meet with my Sunday school class of four and five year olds each week. On the other end of the generational spectrum, the dear ladies from the church I call home meet monthly to pray for our missionaries and to open God’s Word together. Sometimes, I get to visit other women’s groups here in Mid-Coast Maine, and it was especially fun at Christmas time to gather with the women of Tenant’s Harbor Baptist Church and delight in the reality that we can live every day, extending grace and telling truth, because Jesus landed on this planet “full of grace and truth.” Studying and preparing and then sharing this message was a highlight of the Christmas season for me.
I’m also grateful for the warm hospitality of blogging friends who have invited me into their space this winter. I”ll share links to the articles below:
The Humility of the Given Self for Kindred Mom
To the Woman Who Feels Crowded by Christmas for (in)courage
Diversity and the Church: A Culture of No Excuse for Patheos
Creating the Conditions for Spiritual Growth for Wield the Word
Obedience: The Christian’s Clear Assignment for Living By Design
EnneaWhat??? My Life as the Achiever for Mary Geisen’s #TellHisStory gathering.
December through February has been a busy quarter, but I managed to review eight books. Click here to scan all my book reviews.
I’m sticking with my resolve to read more older books, and right now that means slowly re-reading C.S. Lewis’s The Problem of Pain. It’s always fun to find the parts I’ve underlined in previous reads–and to find new word treasures I’ve missed before like this:
We try, when we wake, to lay the new day at God’s feet; before we have finished shaving [or have put our mascara on] it becomes our day and God’s share in it is felt as a tribute which we must pay out of “our own” pocket, a deduction from the time which ought, we feel, to be “our own.”
What a terrific reminder that our time is a like a feather on the breath of God. Thank you for using some of your precious minutes to read here at Living Our Days. I’m grateful for your interest and your encouragement.
Grace and peace to you,
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