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It's All About The Journey Baby.


"It's all about the journey," my husband says.  He also says, "Sometimes you just gotta pull down your pants and skate across the ice."  Another favorite of his is, "It is what it is."  Or my favorite...(biting lip) is "just let me rest a minute."

I remember "Brother Myers" from college who was Jesuit Priest  teaching in an evangelical Bible College saying on the day we said goodbye to him..."David.  Keep your child like spirit and humor.  It is a gift."  

And I smiled smugly..."That's why I married him."  He was so different from the high strung, uptight, get things done-now...self.  It was exciting.   

Until...our world's collided during those first few years.  "Six is sleeping in," I told him.  "A day off?  Who needs that?"  With my "TO-DO's" handed to him the way I used to hand him love notes...let's just say we both dug in our heals.  

Like two donkeys tied to each other trying to walk along a cliff's edge.

So through the stages of life we have gone; at times walking smartly with the same direction in mind.  Other times?  We are stubbornly pulling and competing for our part of the road.  Defending opinions and ideas until we just stop moving.

When we are tired and/or stressed it is natural for us to slip back into our old patterns and habits.  The new skills we are working on?  Oh... we have slung them at each other!  They have become weapons.  

We see a crossroads in front of us a bit.  

Every hill we summit we stand and look around.  Together we look back and shake our heads in amazement and then look forward....and shake our heads in amazement.  This crossroad ahead brings lots of questions to answer.  What does God have for us next? 

From the top we have the gift of perspective and distance.  Those giant hills we climbed in the past?  They just don't look so bad from here.   The next steps look doable.  What is our destination anyway?

Standing on this hilltop we begin to wonder if the destination is the climbing, walking, pulling and fighting together.  Is the "work" that God wants to do in and through us a place or a process?  Or does the journey itself serve as the tool to learn God's greatest gifts?  

Kids learn by doing.  By moving.  Maybe adults do as well.  

So Baby....It's all about the journey.  

Let's sit here and rest just a minute and then...head back into it!


 

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