Finally! The search is over. The one complaint that I have with middle Tennessee is that here aren't enough tall trees. Prayer after prayer, the Lord brought the trees to me today! It's a secret location, for me and the Mr. I haven't met maybe; but i finally found them! They were so beautiful oh my goodness, I miss the shelter they provide. Where I grew up, there were so many trees that on some days I thought I would never see the sky again. You never saw squirrels on the ground because they were always in the trees! Bare with this Hippie moment in my life. Entertain yourself.
But today, on a little adventure that I had, yes a silent one (still on vocal rest) I had quite a scary experience. I was walking along this trail and carrying my survival kit consisting only of a crazy-creek chair, bible, notebook, camera, phone, and pen. If I was stranded I couldn't call anyone but the holy spirit, and for the hippie out there yes; my inner-being through my journal. But one thing's for certain, I would have a cushioned bottom and plenty of pictures! I do not like how this beautiful stream I found, with bugs, minnows, and birds spiraling around in sound... was so desolate. It was so beautiful but I didn't see or have anyone to enjoy it with... I want people to enjoy it!! I guess that's how God must feel.. He created it.. He wants us to enjoy it. It really humbles me to smell the leaves and the water instead of fast-food that does anything but digest fast. Yucko mucko!
Hardly anyone was back there, it was so undiscovered. We were created in the garden and the wilderness. Why do we hardly ever go there? I want to take a few years off and live in the grass, but then I realize I would be chicken all alone and the reputation of a hippie would never escape me. Maybe one day when there's a mighty man that wants to tag along. I'll keep my fingers crossed. But when we do venture outdoors, why do we have to bring a survival kit with us... granola, water, pillows, etc. Oh I think it's hilarious! Haa! God made us in the dirt and when we go back to our origin we bring ...props? As if we have to act out life in our natural inhabitance? Act out something that should be natural? Silly. It's like love almost, if we are Christians then love should come naturally because God is love, yes? But why do I feel like it's such an act sometimes. Oh, we're all very good at acting. Well, my brain's exploding. It was just so beautiful today.
The birds were not the usual brown, they were reds and blues. What a gift. They were happy birds too! Usually the birds I have met attack my cat; I do not enjoy them at all. I look up at the sky with my eyebrows crossed wishing I had a bee bee gun to shoot them down! Haa, not really but Pepper, she was eaten by a dog three years ago so the birds win! They always win because they get to fly away if they're in trouble!! Silly birds.
Anyways, besides the fact that I am the master of tangents... I had the urge to finish the trail that I found. Scared, and wearing inappropriate shoes, I walked along with my supplies and decided not to be scared of the unknown. (Failed gloriously by the end, oh please keep reading it's funny. )Even though the cracks and pops of the sticks and thorns around me made me jump a few times... I was going to go all the way back to the end of where ever this trail led! No matter what! And yes, I pretended I was in Nicaragua again, being chased by some animal, I wouldn't have to pretend long though. In a previous blog, I told you how my dreams come true... well today they did again. The trail got narrower and narrower, until all I saw was the red of the thin scrapes on my feet; all worth the adventure and story of course. My brain heard a growl; thinking it was only my imagination I kept walking, the stream getting wider and wider! I had to be close! You would think that I would be warned enough by the remnants of homeless people including an old broken TV, beer cans, and tires I saw but no, I must venture forth! I heard another growl that reflected images of the dog in "The Sand Lot" in my brain. Was it real? YES! Then, I heard a man's voice say, "who is that, who's back there? Go get it...Scruffy!" Of course I don't remember the actual dog's name but if I had a dog it would be named Scruffy! AAAAH I've never been so scared!!
Scruffy was chasing me!!! I was running, he kept chasing? What in the world was happening, my dreams came true again! Some wild dog that I'm sure had steam coming out of it's nostrils was chasing me and my crazy-creek chair, my camera, my phone, notebook... pretty hair-do or perfume couldn't do anything to help. For all I knew I was going to end up on unsolved mysteries. "Girl found dead on a trail attacked by Scruffy!" Hopefully from my car in the park- parking lot, they would recognize my love for Elvis from my Elvis license plate!
Oh but I ran, and ran and did not look back once! Finally Scruffy disappeared and I had a chance to laugh and catch my breath. What in the world was I supposed to think about this one? Wow. As soon as I came back to normal, I heard something crackling in the sticks near me. I laughed because whatever was in this brush, couldn't be as bad as the giant dog I had just escaped, no.. DEFEATED HA HA! Soon, my eyes fell upon none other than a black cat!! God's way of saying "Happy Halloween?" I don't know. But I didn't think it was too funny. The cat was very stereotypical and ran away like a scardy-cat. I've never met a cat that was different. They're so unoriginal!!
But, after my crazy but amazing adventure I began to ponder on the "Why?" Yes, I like to dig meaning out of it all. Every bit of life. Here we go.. are we running from our natural habitat? Our creator? How silly was I to run from a dog... it could have been a nice dog! But, I was afraid of the unseen. Where was my faith? Why was there a black cat? Where was my trust? Jesus was just reviving me when I was sitting my His stream and watching the minnows and birds and then the second things get scary.. or Scruffy haa.. I run! I'm terrified. What is your Scruffy? Ok that's a little silly but really, why are we so scared? Why are we so defeated? True story, I wish I was a bird so I could just be pretty and fly.. but that wouldn't be enough. That's ridiculous. Christ has given me strength and a purpose for living and it doesn't involve fear. Or Scruffy. It involves life. No cell-phone, computer, or hair-do will save anyone... ultimately. It's all about Jesus... pretty cool huh? Jesus.... what a man.
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