"We learn all of our most important lessons through story,
and story deepens all of our most important lessons."
(John
Eldredge, Epic)
We
live in the midst of a story. It's a story that began before time.
It's a story that we get to play a part in. I find comfort in
knowing that. Perhaps it's because I'm able to be a part of
something. But it probably leans more toward the fact that, although
God invites me in to be a part of that story, it's not like a "wrench in
the machinery" if I mess up along the way. The wheel in the sky is
going to keep turning regardless. So am I important in the grand scheme
of things? Dude, He created me; created me with a purpose! He can
use me to make a positive difference; a difference in the lives of family,
friends and acquaintances. Whether you see it as the "Butterfly
Effect" or the "Trickle Down Theory"; either way it's
living life with a purpose. It's living while knowing we leave behind an
influential legacy. Is that lived in perfect alignment? Hardly!
(Insert raspberry sound here.) Disappointments abound. Where
others look to folly or drown their sorrows behind unfulfilling
masks, I press on. That requires learning from life's lessons;
training while relying on an ultimate truth. The Apostle Paul expressed
this concept by saying, "But we have this treasure in jars of clay to
show that this all surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are
hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;
persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed." (2
Corinthians 4:7-8 NIV) Although
frail at times, like an earthen pot (and at times "half baked"), I
"Keep on, keepin' on". Life is hard, but life is rewarding.
I took my wife Cindy out to the woods today.
It was her turn I suppose. Not because she had earned it or deserved
it. If that was the case, and taking her out was the reward, then I'd
never leave the woods. Hmm, that's an interesting concept there! We
went out to hang out and do something together. She was apprehensive; rightfully so unfortunately. In my zest to have her join me in
my escapades, early on in our marriage, you might say I over did it a few
times. Gun shy? Perhaps, but you'd hardly notice the twitch in her
eye when I ask her to join me for an adventure these days. I know better
now. I may be a slow learner but I do learn. I simply need to
preface when and where we're going and for how long. We have different
passions that spur us on, but have no fear; we also have our mutual loves.
Don't misinterpret her; however, she's no wimp. She's a living
miracle and inspiration despite her thoughtful, quiet disposition. We
share our love of humor and wit, literature, writing, family, sports and games
as well as travel, nature, art, creativity and photography. It's part
of our story. Not a perfect story, but definitely a
story of ongoing grace and forgiveness. Faith and hope are powerful
entities that fuel us on. They are entities that provide us with the life
lessons we learn from and build upon.
We cooked our brunch over an open fire on the
banks of a river while the dogs played and explored. We talked about our
stories and how they are being lived out while intertwining. Sometimes it
seems like we're not living the dream or where we thought we might be at this
point in our lives. But on this day we tried to encourage each other that
this too was our story. Although the river was hidden beneath a layer of
ice, it was still flowing. Occasionally it would boom and echo to remind
us. Likewise, Cindy and I carry on; sometimes swirling in an eddy,
sometimes in a stagnated side-channel, but in the big picture we're always
moving. Moving with direction and moving with purpose.
It was a good move to go to the woods together
today. It was a chance to talk. And maybe when we look back, years
from now, we'll see it as a notch in our family's stick; an important time when
we saw life, and our relationship together, in a different light.
Craig Nova quoted his wife, Christina, in his book Brook Trout and the Writing
Life. She said, "We
always seem to see things a little more clearly after you come back from the river."
I'd agree. Cindy and I have spent our fair share of time
together on rivers. It's a great metaphor for God's power and life in an
epic story. We're in the midst of one in the making.
See you along The Way...
See you along The Way...
Just read your entry - I enjoy reading what you write. Dad and I are going to the river or river area ourselves tomorrow for our own R & R.
ReplyDeleteTake care,
Love Mom