I have been relatively stressed this morning. Well…Relative…Hmm, that would be an understatement. Tomorrow I will go to the US to speak about Partners, Burma, the people I have met and other stuff that I think matter. I will do a ladies’ retreat and I am interested to hear what I am going to say.
So there are all these loose ends to tie up before leaving—laundry, paying bills, making sure there is food in the house.
I got up early to have a quiet time with God and to calm my soul down so that I can see straight and hear the right things. I was fairly unsuccessful actually. I kept glancing at my computer instead. But the book I was reading caught my attention. The writer talked about staying close to the water source. She compared it to getting water from a well close to one’s house instead of trusting the city water pipes.
This got me thinking about the Karen homes and villages I have visited in Burma. The main thing to look for when you build a village is that there must be a water source, a river or a creek, a small pond will do. No water, no life. It is by the water source that life is happening in the village. Here the villagers get their drinking water, water for cooking and cleaning. It is here they take their baths and do the laundry. The water makes it possible to grow food.
I love to sit by the river or creek in the village watching life happen. It is so simple and peaceful and it makes me long for more of that peace in my heart.
This morning I realized that I need to go to the water source, which would be God in my case, to get the water for my soul there. I am thirsty and my laundry is dirty and I need to stop by the River of Life first. Then, after that, I can tackle the dirty socks and towels my kids have left on the floor.
I will let you know how it went, with the packing and all. I need to finish the teaching outline too. But first: I will go and get some water.