I’m still searching for the familiar, those places where I know that I’ll find what I’m looking for. I just wanted cummin. I use it a lot in my cooking, and had finished off the last of what came over on the boat. I had checked five different stores.
I gave up looking for it until one day, when I happened upon a Whole Foods. I’d never been inside one before. Wow. Nice store. I decided to check the spice aisle. Yes! I found cummin, and it was on sale. I let out a huge sigh of relief. Finally, something familiar.
I’ve taken for granted the value of the familiar. Finding a spot for the silverware is pretty simple. Discovering the best place to buy milk is cake. Uncovering the mystery of how I fit into the fabric of this island is a little more difficult.
A year ago I thought I knew who I was: a homeschooling mom and pastor’s wife heading across the ocean on a great adventure. I thought that the worship leader, dreamer, artist parts of me were on the verge of finally being set free. All those palm trees drawn in the margins of my college class notes were finally becoming a reality. I was going to live on the set of the TV show Lost.
Then you move 2,532.64 miles away from your previous life, and you start to question everything. Even though there is a Starbucks on almost every corner, this is definitely not the Pac-NW. Things that you come to count on being there are no longer at your finger tips. People you used to call in a pinch to help with kiddos or go for a walk with are across the ocean. Places to release your creatively energy are few and far between.
I need to trust when I hear the LORD quiet my spirit by saying , “Hush my child, you need to become known.” It is all about becoming known. I need to get to know my island, and my island needs to get to know me. Building relationships take time, effort, and patience.
This past weekend Pastor Wayne spoke of caring deeply for people. He shared a story similar to this one.
An African boy listened carefully as his teacher explained why Christians
were such giving people. The teacher said, “Jesus taught us that giving gifts is an expression
of our love and friendship for Him and each other. Jesus said, ‘It is more
blessed to give than to receive’” (Acts 20:35).
A couple of days later the boy brought the teacher a
seashell of lustrous beauty. “Where did you ever find such a
beautiful shell?” the teacher asked. The youth told her that
there was only one spot where such extraordinary shells could
be found.
When he named the place, a certain bay several miles
away, the teacher was speechless. She knew that it would have
taken the young man hours to walk to the bay. Also, he would
have faced many dangers from the jungle and rocky cliffs of the
seacoast along the way. “Why, it’s gorgeous and wonderful,
but you shouldn’t have gone all that way to get the gift for me,”
the teacher joyfully explained.
His eyes brightening, the boy answered, “Long walk part of the gift.”
If we care deeply then the walk is part of the gift. If I care deeply about my family, my friends, my church, this island, then the time it takes to become known is part of the gift.
Dear Lord, please help me use my time wisely, so that I care for what it most important. Amen
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