Can I learn peacefully? Or do I have to go through harsh painful things to learn? Can I learn through following the Holy Spirit in obedience and seeing its fruit? Or do I have to learn through the painful repercussions of doing it my way?
We are to pray that we can live quietly and in peace. We are to mind our own business. How peaceful is that?! If we mind only our own business it cuts down on a lot of mess in our minds. Plus we have more energy for what we ought to be doing.
My quest is to be able to live in thanksgiving and peace. Not my natural habitat. We are to live circumspectly not recklessly. We are to move within the sphere of God's annointing and peace. This is what I am aiming for. May I live for a higher, a heavenly calling not things temporal.
Slowing down to do the right thing, is what I am trying to get into my head. Not always rushing, taking the time to talk when a client wants to talk instead of having me rush off to do their cleaning. Very hard but actually rather rewarding.
Camping was a trial, a blessing and a lot of work. This is another subject but rather relevant. Packing everything up, setting up the tent, etc. enjoying one and half days then packing it all up and going home to unpack it all seems a gruesome amount of work for a very small amount of relaxation. My solution would be to go longer which I am not sure will ever work out. Being there with our church family is lovely though, so I do not want to miss it.
I made kabobs the first evening which were well received and yummy. This is the time when everyone makes there own supper. Stacie came a bit late and had had McDonalds. I exclaimed at this and she said, "Yes, I did and I would do it again." Making me realize she was evidently very hungry after her cleaning job. She did eat some and so did Jolene who came really late. Dar also came scavenging and had some. :) I used pork tenderloin marinated in some yogurt concoction. A new recipe again as I get bored with same old, same old. I worried about the Sunday meal I was in charge of along with other ladies but it turned out well. Doug pronounced the amish peanut butter dessert on bread. Here again, why did I worry so much about that meal? Why not do your best and not worry? Yes, well, anyhow..
One of the high points was when Joy and I went bird watching Saturday morning or rather around noon. We got to see a lot of different water birds. A real treat for me. They were not very close and we wished for a telescope but had to make do with our binoculars.
I enjoyed Saturday night around our fire with some of the neighboring campers coming to join us. We made smores. (I ate one smothering it in marshmallows to camoflage the chocolate.) Jerry said he could eat them all night. To top that evening off I caught one of my clogs on one of those wicked tent stakes and down I went. Thankfully unhurt except for my wrist which was better in no time.
Sunday morning when the youth sang their signature song, I got teary. Not sure why but somehow I felt sad. Maybe because this group is coming to an end. Four of them were young marrieds and expecting. Changes have come and some have suffered through sorrows and sickness. It will not stay the same. I would not want it to but at the same time it is hard to see them go through suffering.
I did not sleep well either night. On the way home, I slept. I was feeling ill, the way I do when sleep deprived. When we got home my lovely husband said, "Go to bed." When I kept stumbling about helping unload, I was forcibly escorted to the bedroom and told to get some sleep. I mumbled, "Thank-you." and did so. Slept till five. Then went to bed 7:30 and felt like a new person this morning.
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