Living for Someday

I typically don't sleep very well in the woods, I don't go camping for the sleep, but that night was the worst sleep I've ever had in the woods. There were at least two owls hooting at each other, and at some point I heard something fighting with something else, but I'm no expert at animal sounds. The worst part was the Oak Mites. I didn't know these things existed until my friend picked me up, but I had bits forming a belt around my stomach and all over my feet and ankles. At the time I thought they were mosquito bites and wondered how they had gotten me so much through my clothes, but I learned that due to the 17 year locusts that year, the bites were the result of hundreds of microscopic mites falling from the oak trees.

Waking up and beginning to move did little to improve my situation. I began walking in what I thought was the right direction, but just as it gets dark quickly in the woods, it gets light slowly. I didn't recognize anything, and not being fully awake, I felt a sense of panic about being lost in the woods. Fortunately, I stopped, caught my breath, and began walking in a straight line, because where I was at, any straight line would take me to the path out. Once I got to the path, I wasn't really sure what to do, so I just started walking. I made may way to a familiar trail, one I still frequent as often as possible, and then made my way to a bench. As I sat, I began to reflect on the question God had posed to me the previous evening.

I sat and wrote these words:

Living for Someday 8/26/16

I've had this knife for almost six years, and last night was the first time I've ever used it. I've carried it hiking, but I've never actually cut anything with it. Most of my knives are that way. I buy them because they would be useful in certain situations, I assign it a role, but it never gets used. I'm afraid of ruining it. I'm afraid of making it dull, because what happens if I ruin the blade whine I go to sharpen it?

A lot of my stuff is that way. I but it, talk about the adventures I'll have, using the equipment, but it ends up just sitting on a shelf, or packed in a drawer.

I'm afraid to test it. I'm afraid to test me. I'm afraid to use things or spend money because what if it runs out, then what?

Matthew 25.14-30

Faithful over a little, set over much

wicked and slothful, what you have is taken

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Fight the lion, 1 Peter 5.1-11

TO GOD ALONE BE THE GLORY!