There will be several more episodes to Kings Canyon Camping, but at the moment, there will be a halt in the story telling. I fly out in the morning to my second homeland, Canada. Yes, I’m a dual citizen, not because I married a Canadian, but because my mother is Canadian. Voila! Dual rights, baby.
As much as I would love to sit here and type out the camping shower fiasco, or the back-of-the-bus barfing game, or the roadkill bingo, I am in the midst of packing and planning. If I have had the pleasure of speaking when you are in the audience, you know, as well as I do, that a good time was had by all. To say that I love speaking is an understatement… it is what gives me purpose and life and liberty and justice for all. Amen.
However, (enter somewhat sinister music playing in the background) I have been challenged lately by our good Lord about many excesses and life’s circumstances in the cushy ol’ US of A. It has broken down some barriers in my heart. I used to half-proudly say that mercy and grace don’t show up on my “gifts” list. But I have had glimpses of both in the last two years. Orphans break my heart. Hence, our quest to open our home to one darling Colombian. Widows and widowers are starting to find a soft place in my heart. Homeless people… displaced people… people simply having a rough go of it… and refugees.. and children who live on the streets. There are so many needs surrounding us that it could be quite overwhelming. But God gives us all the same amount of time…. 24 hours a day… to reach out to those in our circle of influence… and those who live just outside our comfortable circle.
So, all that to say, my speaking this coming Monday night in the Great White North will not be the fat-n-happy laughing times of old. It has me a bit nervous. I’m used to being liked. This may go down … um… not pretty. Pray for the women’s hearts to be opened to God’s will for their lives. And pray, please, that I will say exactly what I’m supposed to say to bring awareness to some cushy lives, to make the cozy nests prickly, to awaken some dreams of good will, to stir some hearts toward the hurting, and quite possibly to open a mother’s eyes to her child who is on the other side of the world waiting for a mama.
It’s been at least five years since I’ve been in Zellers, The Real Canadian Superstore, Tim Horton’s or a Canadian Tire. :o) Should be a rockin’ good time, eh!