YESTERDAY I woke up in a small cabin in the far northwoods of Minnesota. It was the last morning of my three-day stay of what has become an annual tradition. Each fall, we load up gear and food and make our way across the river and through the woods to the hunting camp. This year was a good one. No trophy bucks for the wall, but good times were had by all. My dad and I bonded over buck grunts and doe urine (don’t ask), and talks of life and work. My mom greeted us back at the cabin each night with home-cooked meals that were really truly fit for kings and queens. I introduced hubz to one of my all-time favorite movies, Never Cry Wolf and to the joys of 170 degree saunas and streaking under a starry night sky.
TODAY I am home. Waking up in my own bed was delightful. Showering felt akin to nirvana. I love trips, especially to the woods, but I love home more. Also today, at spin class, the instructor played the “song”, “Everybody’s Free (to Wear Sunscreen)” by Baz Luhrmann. I had never heard it, so maybe I’m living in a hole? At any rate, if you’ve never had the pleasure, do partake. It’s pure genius, seasoned with a little good humor and a dash of fun. Lyrics are here.
TOMORROW is a new day. One in which I will, Lord willing, rise and run through my routine. Wake, eat, read, pray, spin, shower, dress, drive, email, talk, meet, plan, eat, email, meet, plan, talk, meet, eat, drive, read, brush, floss, undress, sleep. Routines are wonderful. Horrible and wonderful, all at once. All of this to say, I have some decisions to make soon, and in the midst of the routine that is now the consistency of my life, I question if it’s the right way, and which direction I should go. Last night I read this verse and I came to it again this morning. “Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.” Ps 143:8. That is my two-fold prayer…that I would know the steadfast love of the Lord, and that he would make me know the way I should go.