Skip to main content

re-engage






for the last 8 days I was in some far corner of the world.
well, not exactly.
just a few states over.
but it felt like it.
I was in a lodge in the mountains with very very slow internet, no cell phone reception and a single tv down in the basement no one bothers with.
ditto for the super slow internet.

instead there were mountains and flowers and trails.
the air i swear was different. better. sweeter. easier to breathe.

i have been home now for over 24 hours.
and home is good.
i was happy to walk in my door, smell our smell, set my bags down and sleep in my own bed.

there are the tasks from being home that i dread. like laundry and bills and dishes all piled up.
however, i was also slow to charge my cell phone, check my emails all hundred+ of them and start returning phone calls. even checking the tivo seemed daunting.

it isn't like i have to go to work in the morning, but i am still resisting this return to normal.
i tried to explain this to a friend today ( mainly why i was sucking so much at conversation).....and she used the phrase "re-engage with the world".
that was exactly right.
i was so eager to be home.
but i am resisting re-gaging.
i miss the simple.
being surrounded by God's beauty rather than so much noise.

usually i love the world. i love my cell phone and my fancy coffee and target.
but after a short vacation from it, i see no hurry to get back.

romans 12:2 Do not be conformed to this world, but continually be transformed by the renewing of your minds so that you may be able to determine what God's will is-what is proper, pleasing, and perfect.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Either/Or

Recently I met an old friend for lunch. He was actually my senior high prom date. He wasn’t just my prom date, but had been my friend for a good part of high school. And our group has mostly stayed in touch through the years. But not him. Even though we live in the same big metroplex, I hadn’t seen him in almost 15 years. At prom, He even won some kind of senior superlative, Mr. BHS or something like that. In other words, he was well-liked, nice, funny and smart. And it helped that he drove a Camero. We didn’t break up or have a falling out. He kind of just disappeared. And not just from me, but from everyone. And I had looked for him. At class reunions. On myspace. And eventually, only about a year ago, he finally showed up on facebook. When he did, I suggested we get together for dinner or something. And he responded with a really awkward email. Explaining that he was gay. Warning me. Trying to let me out of my dinner invitation if I wanted. And I already knew this. Possibly I had ev...
10 comments
Read more

me too

I used to never question God. It was just part of the way things were. Just like I believed in Santa and the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny. And eventually I grew up and started to wonder. I always believed, But occasionally I started to wonder if he was always good. If he really loved me. Singular me rather than an all inclusive version. That he was paying attention. That my prayers mattered.` And I didn’t know that I should play by the rules. That questioning these outloud things in a Bible study or Sunday School class Will get you bumped to the top of the prayer list. Because I know. But sometimes I wonder. And I didn’t need their scripture memory verses or their books or their prayers. (but I guess prayers never hurt) And I was just hoping for someone else to say “me too”. And, Jason Boyett’s book, O Me of Little Faith Is one great big “me too” And like most books I like he asks a whole lot more questions than he answers. Hard ones. Ones without real answers. Ones that make me wa...
3 comments
Read more

Of course I did.

Today I am supposed to be doing my last installment in five for ten and write about "yes". And this is not at all the post I intended. But life sometimes doesn't take the turns we want it to. And yesterday a teacher friend of mine called and told me about a memorial service for one of my former studetns and asked if maybe I would consider saying something. And keep in mind, that as a teacher, I pretty much speak to groups of people all day for a living. But. If I have to say something serious and heartfealt, even to an audience of one, I usually get all mumbly and stare at my shoes and forget what I was going to say. Even though I love this kid....and will miss him terribly I have a hard time imaging myslef on stage talking to an auditorium filled with grief stricken friends and family. I texted another friend about my reservations. And she knows all too well my mumbly shoe staring state. And she replied, "Did you say yes?" Did which I typed back. "of cour...
13 comments
Read more