You may have noticed we have a new look at apples of gold. Things are plugging along for Barnabas House: plans for a video promo, final preparations are being made for filing our 501(c)(3) paperwork, increased traffic on the Facebook page, and we sent our first couple on a weekend getaway. Exciting days!
I’m a list maker, just ask my family. I make lists for the grocery store, camping trips, replacement parts for cars and camper, goals, steps in those goals, “honey-do” tasks, ad nauseum. They mock me, but I stand strong! Lists are a comfort and encouragement for me. I can see what I need to do and I actually rejoice when I can cross things off my teuxdeux list. Truth be told, sometimes I even add things to the list after I’ve done them, just so I can cross them off!
The reality is that list making is my way of driving one more piton into the mountain I’m climbing. It allows me to look back at the pitons below when it seems the mountain top isn’t any closer than when I started.
The only problem with this perspective is that it completely eliminates joy in the journey. It makes reaching the top the only point at which joy happens. Dissatisfaction rules when my focus is on the climb. Even though I’ve arrived at such-and-such accomplishment, I haven’t made it to the end yet. I can’t afford to rest, because there is so much left to do. And the little voice in my head says, “and you’re the only one that’s gonna do it.” It’s a bitter and lonely place.
What’s working in my heart, what I hear the Father say, is that I need to find the joy in the journey. See the others that are climbing and join the fellowship. Encourage, rejoice, share, and even rest. These are actually the things that bring me life anyway! I LOVE to be with people! Family camp has been a treasured part of my life because of the five uninterrupted days of this.
Perhaps my perspective needs to change from a mountain climb to The Canterbury Tales. Remember back to 9th grade English? Chaucer wrote about the individuals traveling together on a pilgrimage. It was a long journey, but as they walked, each one told their tale to connect and make the time pass. I’ve recently found a group that is doing just this. We share our stories, our progress, our disppointments and frustrations, our joys. We encourage each other, we fill in each other’s blogs when life intervenes. I’m enjoying this group so much that it almost seems like we’re not traveling. I suspect, though, that one day we will unexpectedly arrive at our destination. And joy will be in the journey. And the stories that we told will be as sweet a treasure as the reaching the goal we set. It’s a good thing.
Are you climbing the mountain alone or are you a part of the fellowship of a pilgrimage?