Monday, January 26, 2009

Me and God hanging at the beach

An unexpected benefit of this time in the DRC is the time I’m getting to hang out with God. Due to the nature of this project, I really only have one other person to talk to on a daily basis (Buck, our consultant), and he’s a guy. It’s been at least a week since I’ve had a conversation with another woman. So I’m finding that I’m spending a lot of time writing in my journal and just talking with God. On Sunday morning Buck and I went to the lakeside beach and hung out all morning. Buck sat under a tree reading a book, and I positioned myself up close to the lake on the sand and spent the morning with God. I read my Bible, spent time in reflection, wrote in my journal, read, prayed, and just enjoyed being in God’s presence as I took in His creation – the millions of sparkles created by the sun glinting off the waves, the warm breeze, the changing clouds, etc. It was an awesome morning. Many of my weekends during my last year in Bolivia were spent in similar solitude. I had forgotten how great it is – and how much I MISS spending extended time like this hanging out with God. Thank you Jesus for this unexpected blessing!

6 comments:

Unknown said...

Hi Julie, we prayed for you tonight at small group. It's great to be able to read updates on your blog. Hope all is going well. We look forward to having you back soon!

Erika Hettinger said...

Sounds wonderful...

-E

Scoop said...

"all the diamonds in this world / that mean anything to me / are conjured up by wind and sunlight / sparkling on the sea..." -Bruce Cockburn

Unknown said...

Hi! Sounds really beautiful and peaceful... and warm.

Lauren said...

I want to hang out on the beach with you and God! Miss you! :)

Erika Hettinger said...

Hi Julie,
Cindy/Mom here,celebrating Colby's 6th birthday. Love you and really miss you. I enjoyed your description of "sparkles on the water" sparkles, like Jesus being the light of the world and here to enlighten us, from John 1. Savor your time of listening prayer, so tender and so precious. Oh that every westerner would know how to find it. I'm working on your question. Love, Mom