What I Learned on My Summer Vacation
I have been away. Sitting on a mountain; pondering the view. I have a lot to ponder and it was a beautiful view upon which to do my pondering.
What I have found is that at times when I seek answers I end up with more questions. But the new questions take me past the old questions but on to new, higher horizons.
I was very much looking forward to this summer’s trip because my trip last summer simply blew me away. I had encounters and conversations that changed me and challenged me and to which I returned in my mind and heart all year. I was hopeful this trip would be equally energizing.
But God doesn’t do things the same way twice. He may do it again, but it’s never the same. He’s a creative guy and likes to express that side of Himself to us.
Last year I got nature and lots of it, this year I got wildlife – or what I’ll call nurture. Animals and birds of all kinds were my constant companions. I could not seem to escape them. At times I felt like Cinderella or Snow White with all the forest animals following me (deer, elk, chipmunks, humming birds, finches) and chirping (humming birds, finches, hawks, blue jays, magpies) and barking (chipmunks, picas, marmots) at me.
It’s funny how I can sit by myself and find myself in the middle of a love-fest. Little creatures can teach a big creature so much. It occurred to me while sitting there that this wide expanse of earth exists solely for love and to support love. Being loved in return doesn’t seem to be on it's agenda. (Well maybe it is if that love comes in the form of sweet sugar-water or a banana chip left on a rock.)
Love. Its bigger than I give it credit for. It covers more than I let it. Its more than just romance. It’s about a Sacred Romance. And that makes all the difference. The One who invented love did not just give it to us. He gave it to all He created. He had to, He is love and that just rubs off on all He touches.
The longer I sat there all week the more I felt love coming from all I could see and hear and touch. And the more I relaxed the more I let it in. I mean really let it in to my bones. And once that kind of deep, abiding, ain’t-never-gonna-leave-no-matter-what love got in, the more I wanted to give it away.
Love doesn’t do me any good if I just absorb it like a sponge and keep it in my storehouse. It only feels like love when I give it away. It only feels like love when I pass on the gift that was given to me.
I get lost sometimes and think I can’t step out, I can’t step up; I’ll let someone else walk through that door or carry that load. But love, sacred love, is not like that. If I accept it I have to be willing to feel it, let it sink in and get all over me. And when that happens I’ve got no choice. This kind of love takes on an energy and life of its own within me. And it wants back out. And it feels awesome.
Perhaps this summer’s trip was just as energizing as last years. Who knew tiny little humming birds had such big hearts – and liked to share them?
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