Once upon a time, I knew a brave woman who lived a pioneer lifestyle in many ways (God rest her soul). She told me I would have hated it. Maybe she was right. I disliked her for saying it, anyhow. Part of me wrestled with the fact that she may be right: about the life being hard, or me not having what it took. I wasn’t sure which she meant, and I was too afraid to ask. Maybe both!
I have come to believe that we are all potential pioneers, if we have the guts to wake up and look at life with a new set of eyes… then, to stay awake! and press in to that pioneer mindset.
For the past year and three months my family has been embarking on an incredible set of adventures. I will tell more later about how and why, and what spearheaded each part of it. Some of the story is powerful and moving to myself — a “Thin Space” even, when I look back, though I could not have told you that in the middle of it. From health and wealth to hearth and home, we have been working like true pioneers, walking foot by painful foot, or heaving our hungry hearts and harshly hewn wagons over wintry ruts and winding rivers.
Did I hate it? Oh yes, certainly, parts of it. Was it worth it? Oh… my…. a resounding and reverent “Yes!”
After this intro I will share with you an adventure both life-giving and life-taking. An ongoing journey that is most incredibly God-centering. I am humbled, yet more built up than ever. The shallow parts of me that remain have been drained and dredged out into deeper pools which are being refilled, and I know God is not done yet. I may yet be a reservoir someday. I dance in thankfulness and rejuvenated hope.
More to come… and apologies (kind of) for the long wait between posts….