Mulling It Over

I was at Lake Lanier the other day in my spot. It’s a fantastic little spot with a picnic table on the lake’s edge. I’m not sure how many people know about it because it isn’t marked or overly easy to find. But I love it. I got there to journal or have breakfast and just talk to God. He and I meet there with some regularity. Every time I go I feel like I come away with something new. And of course since I’m surrounded by trees on the edge of a giant lake, He’s gonna give me something to do with nature. My squad (A squad) knows all too well that I tend to take messages, ideas, and themes from nature. Like all the time. They’ve made fun of me for it at length. But that’s ok, because I really do love getting things from the Lord in nature. The constant flow of water, the way the moon reappears from behind some clouds, the force of hurricane, or even the curious nature of a duck. He talks to me all the time in this way. I’ve learned to pay attention. So it should come as n

I’ll begin with a confession. Not particularly big one, or one that’s all that shocking. But still a confession. I don’t rest well. I don’t power down easily. I tend to do things abruptly. I think in a “black and white” sort of way, so that’s the way I naturally live. As in, I’ll be going 100 miles per hour and suddenly I’ll crash. Basically “rest” comes for me once I’ve crashed. Like I said, not very explosive. But I guess in that sense, I’m a good American. We go as hard as we can until we can’t go anymore and that’s just life. There are no breaks, no stopping, time is money. Or time is whatever you find to be most important. Time is relationships. Time is business. Time is family. Time is fun. Could really be anything, I guess. Regardless I’ve begun to revisit a revelation I had a while back. And that is that the way I tend to emulate a high speed car crash… Isn’t that healthy. And it’s hurting me. Today I found the words behind a suspicion I’ve al