I feel the warmth of knowing that God really does care. This is a place where you can drive all day and see a couple cars the entire day. You know that if you break down, you're going to be stuck, and probably for a very long time.
But you realize that as you lay there under the stars, it feels clean. You're not watching the billboards and banner ads of seducing women flash by your eyes all day. You're not hearing the swearing and cursing God day after day. It's just you laying and staring at the beauty that God has made. You see the windswept plains with new eyes. The relativity of our world begins to disappear from before your eyes. And God is revealed in a more real sense.
I feel that travel will open one's eyes up to what you believe and what it really all means. It gives you the opportunity to see other cultures. People who grow up in a different area are made just as much in the image of God, but they see life from another angle. Maybe these people have never had the opportunity to hear the gospel. Maybe they haven't been exposed to the sensuality of the West's entertainment (And the more I travel, the more I realize that there are very few).
At the same, I feel the cold in my heart. There's a feeling where a part of the heart is missing. You begin to miss your family. You miss the laughter, you miss the idiosyncrasies, and you miss the love. You miss sitting by the warm and crackling fire. You miss cleaning your room. (Yeah, it's kind of weird) You miss your friends. You miss work. And you begin to get a taste of how blessed you really are.
And yet, when you get home you miss staring up into those twinkling stars and the simplicity of it all. Your challenges are different at home vs in the middle of nowhere. One is not necessarily worse than the other, but for me one is definitely easier than the other.
But life is an adventure. And I love it.
I love these verses from Philippians 4.
But you realize that as you lay there under the stars, it feels clean. You're not watching the billboards and banner ads of seducing women flash by your eyes all day. You're not hearing the swearing and cursing God day after day. It's just you laying and staring at the beauty that God has made. You see the windswept plains with new eyes. The relativity of our world begins to disappear from before your eyes. And God is revealed in a more real sense.
I feel that travel will open one's eyes up to what you believe and what it really all means. It gives you the opportunity to see other cultures. People who grow up in a different area are made just as much in the image of God, but they see life from another angle. Maybe these people have never had the opportunity to hear the gospel. Maybe they haven't been exposed to the sensuality of the West's entertainment (And the more I travel, the more I realize that there are very few).
At the same, I feel the cold in my heart. There's a feeling where a part of the heart is missing. You begin to miss your family. You miss the laughter, you miss the idiosyncrasies, and you miss the love. You miss sitting by the warm and crackling fire. You miss cleaning your room. (Yeah, it's kind of weird) You miss your friends. You miss work. And you begin to get a taste of how blessed you really are.
And yet, when you get home you miss staring up into those twinkling stars and the simplicity of it all. Your challenges are different at home vs in the middle of nowhere. One is not necessarily worse than the other, but for me one is definitely easier than the other.
But life is an adventure. And I love it.
I love these verses from Philippians 4.
"Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."
