Resting well and being kind


I’m half way through my summer vacation.  I like to think it is the pinnacle of my existence during the year.  It is the time I enjoy the most anyway.  This summer has definitely been better than the previous two.  Last summer I didn’t get a real holiday.  We tried to staycation but I ended up working almost every day.  The year before that we tried a road trip to through BC.  After that little adventure we made a mental note.  If one of your kids has three diagnosed mental health conditions, perhaps it is best not to push things too much.

At the cabin the boys are starving for their lack of Internet and computer entertainment but for all their complaining about being bored, it has been a much more enjoyable experience than previous trips.  I can tell their minds are resting as well.

Anyways, I’ve found myself sleeping.  Naps in the morning, afternoon, and night.  It feels like my body and mind have been catching up on sleep it has been missing for years.  It might mean a bit more blogging in the future.

Yesterday I gave someone a ride home from the bar.  The bar up here is the only place I can get high speed internet.  Most days I go in and order a coke and try not too look too out of place.  Yesterday one of the patrons asked my wife and I if he could join us.  He was quite obviously inebriated.  He said something about being ditched by his friends and needing a ride home.  I offered him a ride.  The First Nation borders the resort village so it wasn’t a long drive.  We got to talking and it didn’t take much to connect.  I sensed a sadness in his heart and a lot of insecurity.  When he asked why I was being so nice to him I said that the Creator made everything good, and that He was worth something because the Creator made him. 

My words of encouragement stayed within the realm of overlap between my faith and my new friend’s traditional faith.  I didn’t go beyond that and I didn’t feel I needed to. 

Was I being missional?  Well I was sitting in place of a different culture.  It certainly isn’t my natural habitat.  I listened, and I helped, and I very genuinely cared. 

In some ways I think this stuff is a lot easier than we realize.  We are just scared and we don’t know where to start.  It is funny how it takes my daily addiction to the Internet to tempt me to in to go to some place that makes me uncomfortable. 

  1. #1 by Lila on July 20, 2010 - 6:16 am

    Good to hear y’all gettin’ some R&R. The second “R” is for the creative juices to git flowin or maybe flowerin so the stretchin past the comfort zone is “all good.”

  2. #2 by Randall on July 21, 2010 - 6:55 pm

    Hey sounds like one sweet, proper holiday. Well done you guys.

    Keep it up.

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