As Emily and I explored the gulleys stemming from the base of the Ubehebe crater, we started picturing the "Valley of the Shadow of Death" that David writes about in the Psalms. Later, we talked about what we would attempt in life if failure was not a possible consequence, what we would try if there were not any fear in the world. Both conversations helped crystallize my thoughts about life in Christ.
My greatest goal for 2009 is to become content in Kitsap county. I guess you could say it's a New Year's Resolution, or something. Really, it starts with Ps 23:1. If I recognize God as my Shepherd, there's no need to want anything else. It's pretty pathetic to be discontent.
Walking along the Badwater Basin saltflats (the lowest point in North America) on New Year's Eve, Sharon drew a great parallel to 2008. Holding her hands to the sky, she told me, "2009: It can only go up from here!" It's a catchy motto.
When I step back and re-assess 2008, God has provided so faithfully. He's made me lie down in the green pastures of home, the quiet waters of a familiar environment. He's restoring my soul through the encouragement and support of family and wise counsel. He's guiding me in paths of good teaching and right living so He'll recieve glory. Praise be to God!
I've only been to Death Valley National Park. I'm not claiming to have experienced the valley of the shadow of death. I've never had a loved one die unexpectedly. My encounters with loss are limited.
Still, I found myself fighting demons Thursday night, sitting shotgun in a friend's Subaru Outback. We knew we were off-route (no thanks to Tom-Tom) and pulled off SR 580 at Livermore, at the exit for Sandia Industries. Then, the car started making terrible, grinding noises, unable to transition into any gear. It sucked.
But God is the good shepherd. He provides for our needs. In His perfect time and for His glory, God noticed our car problems. He allowed us to move the car to the shoulder before a single car passed on the busy road. While the clutch was still very picky, we were able to return to I-5 and find a dealership the next morning. Finally, we were able to drive all the way home without any lasting damage. In fact, by the end of the trip, the car drove beautifully and even survived Portland rush hour traffic.
This vignette of faithfulness allows me to hope that God will heal my heart in a similar way. So, even if I still can't sleep through the night, I won't fear evil. This is where God wants me: humbled, broken, seeking His heart. Maybe I had to return to Kitsap to get there. If this is where God's leading me, it's the only place to go.
It's how I can forgive Tom-Tom for leading us on more than a few wild-goose chases through California and Nevada. It's how I can learn to let go of selfish hopes and dreams. It's how I can trust there will be green pastures, eventually. It's how I can claim Christ's victory.
Happy New Year.
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