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The Sea and Me

I am sitting in an Individual and Family Therapy class. I am listening to a girl take part in an mock counseling session. I wish I wasn't bound by confidentiality so that I could tell you about this session. Basically, a church person is suffering from wanting to control someone else. That sounds familiar doesn't it? I am bored out of my mind.

I started going though my pictures. I found this picture of me floating around on the Sea of Galilee. Sure beats being in this class. I have to say that being on the Sea of Galilee beat being here, beats being a lot of places.

You probably know what I mean when I say that being somewhere else in our minds is a great way to steal away from the muck of the daily grind. Like me, you may have certain places that almost nothing else gets to you. Those places for me are running in the morning, riding my bike through the woods of Monte Sano, skiing down any Western or European ski slopes, and floating on the Sea of Galilee. There are some others. But, these give you an idea of what I am trying to illustrate.

You see, right now I am not where my body is. I am miles away. As I write this, I see myself flying down a snowy slope, zipping through a mountain pass, or maybe even sitting in the cold waters of the Colorado River at the floor of The Grand Canyons. Man I am enjoying my overly fantastical mind. Don't you wish you were Bawith me right now.

It isn't easy to get to a place of peace sometimes. It is certainly necessary on occasions. There are days when you must get to a place of peace. Right now, I can't get out of this class. I can go somewhere else in my mind. Often, I am capable of going to one of those places that I right now I can only imagine. This morning, I got up and ran around my community early this morning. Sometime this week, I will ride my bike through the mountains behind my house.

This may be one of the most directionless blogs I have ever written. So, I will attempt to make sense out of this for you.

Basically, I saw this picture of me being all relaxed. I thought, "I want to put that picture on my blog." That was the premise of this entire rant. At this point of writing, I simply realized that that was reason enough to post this. Here is why: Sometimes you just need to do something that doesn't have a lot of purpose. That is part of enjoying life.

I bet some of you reading this very seldom do something just for fun and just for you. People like this often brag about this fact. That is stupid. Life is about enjoying the journey. If you never ride a bike or sit in the woods, you are missing the important stuff.

Psalm 46:10 says, "Cease striving and know that I am God." This implies that one should separate from the crap of every day and enjoy God. Enjoying God might mean getting somewhere outside of your normal sphere. Getting to Israel or a ski slope might be difficult. But, walking down the street to a park and sitting is very possible. If you are doing stuff all day long and get to the end of the day without taking in one good moment, your life needs a change.

One might figure that it would be great to do what this verse says. But, Tim just doesn't understand how difficult my life is. For those of you thinking this, I encourage you to read the entire Psalm 46. It is written in the midst of great and tragic circumstances. "God is my refuge and Strength in a present time of trouble." It goes on to say that even when the earth trembles and the mountains crumble into the sea, "I will not be moved." In the middle of this Psalm comes the verse, "Cease striving and know that I am God."

No matter what life is like, there is peace in Christ.


The worst blog I have written,
Tim


Comments

Unknown said…
I disagree - this is NOT the worst blog... I like it and can relate very well to it!
bradcockrell said…
Love the hat... wish we lived in a time where wearing a hat like that was the norm. I will have to agree with Jenny... it's not your worst post at all. No need to have an 8 point sermon every post. Sometimes a pic with a couple lines can say more than 1000 sermons (especially if they come from southside)... just kidding.
Alan C. said…
I thought the post was pointless when it started but it actually went somewhere. The muse is a fantastic thing. Don't lose it.

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