There’s a tent camper in my driveway and a garage full of paraphernalia. Bags are being packed and heaps of grocery shopping is about to commence. We have a lovely five-day Spring break ahead of us and … We. Are. Going. Camping.
For some of you that might be a typical vacation – your perfect idea of respite and refreshment. Mine would be someplace marked by 4-stars (at least), a spa, and valet parking. Which is probably why we don’t take many vacations!
Among my closest friends I’ve somehow become attached to a princess reputation. Which is kind of ironic because lately, I’ve been the one scaling towers and fighting dragons – my tutu and tiara replaced by the sword and shield.
Perhaps the pretty-pink-label has more to do with my pension for cleanliness, order, and modern conveniences. Which simply makes me like the rest of the Type A, left-brained, tidy people of the world, right?
But, I have a husband and a 12-year-old son and the prospect of packing up the trailer and heading out to camp delights them. Their smiles far outweigh any cost I will endure.
Sometimes God breaks through our comfort zones.
He asks us to do things that aren’t normal, or easy, or even convenient. He stretches us in brand new ways and points us toward uncharted territory. It might not be our favorite activity, the safest route, or our chosen destination.
Sometimes it’s to teach us and other times it’s to bless others.
God breaks molds and chains. Through Him we break free from our past – from sin. With Him, we break apart that which opposes faith (fear, worry, doubt). In Christ, we are unbound, unleashed – called to live the great adventure of faith.
Sometimes being broken is exactly where He wants us.
Surrendered hearts, empty hands, and a teachable spirit – it breaks all the rules the world would have us live by, but it positions us before Christ available to be used by Him.
Now – don’t be misled. This camping trip is no survival expedition or trek into the great unknown. It’s 3-days at a lovely state park, nestled next to the ocean. The forecast is for a delicious 80 degrees and we’ll be surrounded by dear friends. This is more of a light tugging than a stretching.
But this past year, God has broken ties. He has made me bend and move in ways I never imagined. He’s pushed, and pulled, and pointed me in a direction that has me scaling that tower, drawing my sword, looking that dragon right in the eye … AND believing that victory is mine.
In comparison to all that – camping is a piece of cake.
But mark my words, ours will be the tidiest, cutest, most orderly trailer in the park. ;)
*This post is part of the Five Minute Friday link-up. This incredible community of writers participate in a weekly five-minute-free-write. It is purposed to be unedited – but my Type A (see!) personality binds me to a quick refinement and spell check. Most importantly it’s an opportunity to pour our hearts on the page over one pre-selected word prompt. This weeks word is: break. To learn more about this free write challenge, visit our hostess Kate Motaung and/or come join us on Thursday nights on Twitter (#fmfparty) for random conversation and great fun.
Featured Image Credit (and the beach we’ll be camping at)