Sanity Check
While we were up in the 400 person village of Kiana, we didn’t have many of the things that we often partake of in our local communities in the “lower 48”, or as some say, “down in America”.
We didn’t have this:
Nor did we have this:
Nor this:
In fact, we didn’t have fast food, or movie theaters, or shopping malls, or paved runways, or banks.
But we did have something much, much more.
We had this:
And this:
And this:
And this:
After 2 days of breathing wonderfully pure air, listening to nature’s orchestra, partaking of God’s provisions, and viewing beauty beyond belief, I’m now back amongst the masses, listening to the planes taking off and the trucks rumbling by, eating quickly prepared and mostly unhealthy food, and already stressing about the happenings of work that are ahead this week.
But I’m smiling. And I know the folks around me are wondering what in the world I could be smiling about late at night in an airport terminal.
It’s the memory of the pondering, the grocery shopping, the not so fast food eating and the staring at God’s magnificent creation. It’s the conversation amongst old and new friends, the wisdom shared by our elders, and the lessons learned about things that aren’t very often done in my life today.
This was a special trip, at a special time, with a special message.
And I listened.