In the weeks before Thanksgiving, I was inundated with the sadnesses of people I love: a mental ill child, families struggling with finances, a pastor overburdened with hurting people, a young woman who lost her husband, and then two weeks later lost her mother. My aching body. A large lump on my back. A friend's dying father.
I spend much too much time on here. I stare at this:
The map inspires me. I'm the kind of person that reads National Geographics cover to cover. And Smithsonian. It takes me places. The map makes me wonder where I can wander. Like David running from Saul. Bora Bora. Come with me . . .
Halfway between Baja and Australia.
...a part of French Polynesia.
But alas, Satan dwells there, too. I would only be like David running to the Philistines. And I remember that I must armor myself against the evils of the world.
And I remember, I have only the Lord: He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. And thank Him I don't have to pay $900 a night.