Maybe its the way the sunlight streams through the trees, or the sound of the Gunpowder river flowing smoothly past me, or maybe its the gentle sway of my hammock... but there is something about being out in the woods relaxing that just makes you think deeper. Like really ponder stuff...
This week, all of the RVR staff went on a staff retreat for 2 nights. It was a great trip filled with games, fun (human huntdown), and getting to know each other. We discussed our identity in God both individually and as a ministry. We took personality tests and analyzed how we best work together. It quickly became clear that the room was filled with many talented people; all with unique gifts to bring and different roles to fulfill.
God created us that way. He created me to be me and no one else... if only I could remember that always.
Back at the Ranch, it is officially fall and I couldn't be more stoked. I have been patiently (or not so patiently) awaiting the changing of the leaves. Here it is upon us!!! In the past few days I have seen hints of red, orange, and yellow among the masses of green.
As I lounged in my hammock in the back woods of camp, I continued to think about who God created me to be. Soaking in my surroundings, I looked at the trees. They all stood so tall and proud knowing exactly what God created them to be. Ever growing. Ever reaching upward. They were created to do just that. To be green, to turn orange, to shed leaves, to grow them back, to create shade, to give oxygen, and to hold my hammock. They do a great job. Every single time. They know what God created them to do and they do it so faithfully. Every single time. Every time gosh darn it.
If only we could be as obedient and faithful to God's intent for us. Every single time. Maybe we would be as beautiful as the trees. If only...
Have you seen God in His splendors,
heard the text that nature renders?
(You'll never hear it in the family pew).
The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things --
Then listen to the Wild -- it’s calling you.
-Poem by Robert Service
Go outside. learn something.
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