I was getting pretty stressed out in June. Life, work, relationships – it was too much, I couldn’t handle it. I knew I was doing something wrong but I didn’t know how to make it right again. I wondered where God was in the midst of it all.
Then I went into the woods.
I was not excited about this camping trip…
but now that I’m here, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Everything is so still, so peaceful – I can’t even remember what I was stressed out about. The world was spinning and I was losing balance, losing energy, losing sleep, losing hope…
right here, right now, nothing matters but this moment. The river in front of me, the trees surrounding me.
I slept better on the ground, in my tent, than I have been in my comfy bed. Something to do with not setting an alarm, waking up whenever. I was still up before 9 – I think it was because I didn’t feel the need to get up. I got up because it felt right – not because I was ‘supposed to.’
Everything makes sense out here. It’s so simple.
This is how it’s supposed to be.
Soon after I went to Guatemala with a World Race squad. I packed shorts and tank tops…fail. It was COLD and rainy. I ended up wearing the same outfit the whole time because it was the warmest thing I had.
I was with 59 strangers, but I wasn’t lonely. Not even a little bit.
I am so alive and in the moment and loving life and so happy and everything is good even though I’m wearing the same thing every day and sharing a bathroom with a gazillon women and my body hurts but I don’t care!!! With these beautiful people everything makes sense.
I laughed and cried with them, hauled rocks and fed babies with them. We hiked volcanoes and ate street food, celebrated birthdays and sat around bonfires.
Then I had to leave. I packed up all the shorts and tanks I never wore and got on a chicken bus to Antigua. My suitcase was stolen; I was left with nothing but my purse and the clothes on my back. In the rain.
I showed up to my host home for the night – they fed me and clothed me and cared for me. I even got a toothbrush out of it.
Straight from the airport I came to the Garmons. One pair of pajama pants, three cups of tea and 24 hours later I’m still here. It’s the perfect in between.
I’m not stressed.
I don’t know what is to come – life surely isn’t slowing down and I’m not getting my stuff back. But I met God in the woods that weekend, on the mountains in Guatemala and now at the Garmons…
I can only imagine where he’ll show up next.