The fact that I was back in camp and every one of my shower supplies were not should have been distressing. It was my responsibility that the problem had occurred and only I could do anything to fix it. As I drove the thirty miles back, alone in the car with Marc and Brenton leading worship songs on the CD, the sun drove itself through the redwoods and the wind led the fog over the hills of protection. The highway rolled up and through the hills and forest, twisting to the left, right, and back again trying to mimic a new form of dance. The exits are familiar even though I have never spent a lot of time in any of them. I was and am at peace.
There is something powerful in coming back to what one associates with home. Memories of days gone by, experiences of people working to bring happiness into the lives of people no longer here, and days of growing together with my best friend who shares this journey called live. The fruit trees have gotten older, the pine trees guarding the back property have been trimmed to size, and developments are beginning to creep in on all sides. Yet, it is still home.
Paul reminds me that I should “just be glad you’re in the tree, and hope for the best for the others.” (Romans 11.24) I really enjoy this advice because it is close to the things of my heart. I wish I could share this with you for a host of reasons.
God loves you and I with an intensity that we have always looked for but somehow never found.
God is looking to restore you and I to our full potential.
God is the one person truly on our side. He will defend and protect us always. He is the source and peace and happiness.
There is something magical in coming here but there is nothing sacred here that cannot be found right where you are. God is ready and waiting to do his stuff for you.