A Pilgrimage of Sorts
YAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!! After five years of living in Tucson and rarely leaving its expansive desert boundaries, I am going on a TRIP!!!! I so wanted to leave this summer as a "Thank God I graduated, let me celebrate" kind of trip, but at first I had Spain or South Korea in mind. Those places, alas, were too grandiose a plan for my half a sememster, substitute teaching salary, so instead, I am going on a road trip to the East Coast with my dear friend Layne and her sister Rachel (whom I have yet to meet, but I am sure is lovely).
The trip idea started out last semester because I was writing a paper about my paternal grandparents' home our family calls HOTR (Head of the River). It is a place that we visited every year since I was born and where I lived for 4th and 5th grade. The large Watt family met there for family reunions every summer and it was the one place out of my nomadic childhood/adulthood that we continuously came back to no matter where we lived at the time. Layne and I were talking of this subject one day, I reminiscing about HOTR and she in turn talking about places in Vermont she missed. The trip was born from this conversation.
To make a long story short, I opted out for a majority of the time after, thinking I would not be going because if I went on a trip, I wanted to save my money to visit cousins in South Korea. Then when it became apparent that I wouldn't be going to SK, I said no to the road trip because of finances. Last week, though, I was so desperate to go somewhere and had been increasingly desiring to join Layne on the adventure so when she suggested I get someone to live in my place for the month so I could afford to go on the trip, it was like the sky opened up, light poured down over our Time Market pizza and angels sang "Hallelujah" all around us!
I feel silly that often I forget how easy it is for God to make things happen that we think are impossible. Even this time, I saw circumstances as so insurmountable that there was no way out of them. How am I going to go anywhere? How could I find someone to take over my rent in time? etc And when I cried out to God, He reminded me of the fact that he is always there right by my side listening. Then, when I least expected it (in WAYS that I never would guess) he rushed in, like a man bursting suddenly through a concrete wall and says "TA-DA!!!!"
I think God really likes those "TA-DA" moments. He often works that way, throughout scripture and pretty much all the time in the lives of people around me. Sometimes it is infuriating because it means we have to trust Him down to the last possible second when things look so bleak we are almost ready to completely despair. Mostly, though, His method of showing up when we least expect it is what demonstrates his perfect timing and absolute power over the impossible.
It certainly makes life more adventurous.
The trip idea started out last semester because I was writing a paper about my paternal grandparents' home our family calls HOTR (Head of the River). It is a place that we visited every year since I was born and where I lived for 4th and 5th grade. The large Watt family met there for family reunions every summer and it was the one place out of my nomadic childhood/adulthood that we continuously came back to no matter where we lived at the time. Layne and I were talking of this subject one day, I reminiscing about HOTR and she in turn talking about places in Vermont she missed. The trip was born from this conversation.
To make a long story short, I opted out for a majority of the time after, thinking I would not be going because if I went on a trip, I wanted to save my money to visit cousins in South Korea. Then when it became apparent that I wouldn't be going to SK, I said no to the road trip because of finances. Last week, though, I was so desperate to go somewhere and had been increasingly desiring to join Layne on the adventure so when she suggested I get someone to live in my place for the month so I could afford to go on the trip, it was like the sky opened up, light poured down over our Time Market pizza and angels sang "Hallelujah" all around us!
I feel silly that often I forget how easy it is for God to make things happen that we think are impossible. Even this time, I saw circumstances as so insurmountable that there was no way out of them. How am I going to go anywhere? How could I find someone to take over my rent in time? etc And when I cried out to God, He reminded me of the fact that he is always there right by my side listening. Then, when I least expected it (in WAYS that I never would guess) he rushed in, like a man bursting suddenly through a concrete wall and says "TA-DA!!!!"
I think God really likes those "TA-DA" moments. He often works that way, throughout scripture and pretty much all the time in the lives of people around me. Sometimes it is infuriating because it means we have to trust Him down to the last possible second when things look so bleak we are almost ready to completely despair. Mostly, though, His method of showing up when we least expect it is what demonstrates his perfect timing and absolute power over the impossible.
It certainly makes life more adventurous.
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