That's what camping represented. No nonsense, most basic needed things
of life. Food, water, and family. Everyone joked and said I would
suffer missing my amnemities of life that I'm used to and spoiled
by- washer dryer, lighting, shower, heat, etc. But, nope...I really
didn't miss it.
It was nice to sit and relax with no worries
of chores to be done. It was calming to fix the most basic, simple,
hearty meals with everyone's participation in the process at some
point. It was peaceful to listen to the leaves rustle walking along a
trail.
The kids appeared to have a great time and you couldn't
help but smile when they giggled and laughed. How can you not find joy
in that?
It would have been perfect except for one
thing. Sadly that loss resonates in my core and doesn't leave despite
the smiles and laughter. I pray for God's healing grace to remove it.
Replace it. Fill it. I know only He can. It is not my will, but
His. It's not what I want, but what He wants for me. That's a hard
lesson to learn.
So in the wilderness, I still found Him. And He was still with me.
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It kind of reminds me of Paul in Arabia. I guess we all have to go through our Arabia to get an uncomplicated view of God.