I know I'm not cool. I don't have the latest gadgets like a cool cell phone, expensive IPod(my little MP3 cost so little I won't even tell you) or a PDA. True confession: I don't even have a PDA! I use a Mom Plan It book and a large calendar on my fridge to keep up with things.
I just happen to love a blank sheet of paper and a great pen. And, I have very opinionated requirements about what makes a great pen, let me tell you. To me, the pen and paper represent possibilities. Will I write a story, journal, plan my week, make a to-do or grocery list? I might even just doodle~other people daydream, I "day-doodle." The possibilities are endless.
Even though technology is great at times~I love my dishwasher!~there are times when the old ways are best for me. Like my pen and paper.which evoke memories of my younger years, writing and dreaming.
You know, the Bible also states that the newest isn't always the best. In Jeremiah 6:16 God says, "This is what the Lord says: "Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls." You see, God is NEVER old fashioned or out of touch. He knows us and our tendencies to think in terms of more, better, latest, greatest. And he stand patiently, calling us to return to His ways, the only ones that truly give life and rest.
Today I'm praying that God will show me the paths I should take. Like the saints before me in Hebrews 11 and those in my life, perhaps. And just maybe, my path will include a trip to the store to get a couple of new notebooks and a really great pen.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Living History
During the last week of July we were in Cherokee, NC on our vacation. Well, that's what Tom and the children called it~sleeping in a tent isn't my idea of a vacation! (True Confession: I'm actually beginning to enjoy it~especially the campfires at night.) Well, because Tom is such a sweetie, we stayed in a motel in Cherokee one night. As we thought about what to do that evening, the usual touristy stuff came up, i.e miniature golf. Then we remembered the outdoor drama, "Unto these Hills."
As you may know, Cherokee is an Indian Reservation, of sorts. And for the last 50 years, they've been performing an outdoor drama during the summer months. Well, the children were less than thrilled. "A Play?" "How long is it?" "Why can't we golf?"
But when the drama began, my children were mesmerized. They watched these Cherokee men and women sing, tell stories of their history, and perform native dance. And learned more about the Trail of Tears and Anglo-Indian relations (the good and bad) than any book would ever tell. In fact, they unanimously agreed it was a highlight of our trip.
It reminds me of the need to think outside the box with awareness that God teaches us at all times, in many ways. And frankly, I'd rather live out my story than sit it out on the sidelines.
So excuse me, I have to run. I've got some history to make. I'd love to hear all about yours as well.
As you may know, Cherokee is an Indian Reservation, of sorts. And for the last 50 years, they've been performing an outdoor drama during the summer months. Well, the children were less than thrilled. "A Play?" "How long is it?" "Why can't we golf?"
But when the drama began, my children were mesmerized. They watched these Cherokee men and women sing, tell stories of their history, and perform native dance. And learned more about the Trail of Tears and Anglo-Indian relations (the good and bad) than any book would ever tell. In fact, they unanimously agreed it was a highlight of our trip.
It reminds me of the need to think outside the box with awareness that God teaches us at all times, in many ways. And frankly, I'd rather live out my story than sit it out on the sidelines.
So excuse me, I have to run. I've got some history to make. I'd love to hear all about yours as well.
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