A Christian Walk….on three different decks

The inspiration that comes from the mountains rivals none. At least that’s what I tell my husband when I get the itch to travel. He is inspired by the majestic views himself but he also knows my desire to roam sometimes transcends the truth.

However, this morning the Lord showed me something that made this vacation worth the entire day it took to get here.

Once again, we are nestled in the Blue Ridge mountains in a three-level creekside cabin. The main level, with the deck from which I’m writing now, has the master bedroom and bath, kitchen, den, and covered porches (partially screened, partial open railing. There’s a table with chairs, red rockers, and an outdoor red-cushioned rattan couch set for lounging. Bonus: there’s a pet gate so I can let the dogs out or keep them in and not have to yell their names every three minutes.

The upstairs level is just as nice, with a full bed and bath with glass and tile-shower, a bunk room with beds, two large papasan chairs and a game shelf, and a small but open sundeck with two large red lounge chairs.

The theme of Rock the River lodge is rustic wood and red, it seems, as the centerpiece of the downstairs level is a red felt-topped pool table. Two arcade games holding a variety of games in each, including the ever-popular Pac-man, sit next to the L-shaped sofa. Another bathroom, laundry room, game corner, and mini-kitchen complete this level. Outside this level is a hot tub, giant hardwood swing, red-cloth rattan wicker seating for 8, and a multi-colored hammock. Off of this deck are 200 wooden steps leading down to the rushing river below.

It is in this beautiful hammock where today’s revelation came.

I was on the bottom (terrace) level and decided to move the hammock close to the railing so I could get a little sun and read the latest Kristy Woodson Harvey novel.

The sun was too bright for reading and the hammock of my memories didn’t groan and sink like this one did. I wasn’t off to such a great start. But the sun felt great on my skin so I closed my book and just soaked it up. Because of the pandemic last year, I have only the faint tan lines of summer 2019. Once I shut my eyes, nature took over. The mighty river below combined with the dozens of species of birds making their music was nature’s playlist designed by God Himself.

But other noises kept interfering. The hot tub, for one, was churning on the setting we’d been instructed to leave on. I briefly considered turning it off to eliminate the distraction but I knew I wouldn’t. The birthday between 29 and 30 had somehow turned me from a rebellious rule-breaker to the rule police, indignantly pointing out others’ missteps. Now at 51, I’m a little less confrontational but still very conscientious. There would be no rule-breaking.

There was also a strange smell. Perhaps there was nearby dog excrement. Or maybe that’s just how the river smells. It wasn’t horrendous but for someone whose house smells like a Bath and Body Works outlet, it was distracting.

This is the precise moment I got my revelation.

You are down on the ground, in the world, He said. This is where you can do the most good. You have the sights, the sounds, the smells of the world but I have taught you how to block those out.

He was right. Our homeless ministry was a perfect example. I had to go into the dirtiest places in the world to bring the gospel. When we do funerals, we are ministering in the world but we still hear Him.

I tuned out the extra noises and focused solely on the river and the birds. It wasn’t quite so easy.

I like it better on the main deck, I’d said. It smells nice and I only hear YOUR sounds. It’s peaceful. It’s nice. I just have to give up the sun, the swing, and the hammock.

His Voice came through the breeze….Kinda like your home…..

Huh?

When you operate in your home and the church, which is literally 30 steps away, you are in a protected bubble. It’s your safe place, He explained.

Yes! Exactly!! There are things I don’t have there that I want (like a swimming pool!) but yet everything I need is there. And it’s safe and nice. I can hear You. I start each day listening to your playlist on the front porch rocker. I meditate; I write; I relax. That’s exactly what the main level deck is like.

His next words: And you spend too much time there…..

Wait, what?!

But my spirit knew what He was saying within two seconds. I do stay where it’s safe- both literally and figuratively. I spend a lot of time where it’s comfortable in my walk with Him as well as in my ministry. One of the perks- and subsequent downside- of a writing ministry is that it’s so peaceful one can easily turn agoraphobic.

Even the top deck was a perfect example of this reluctance to move out of my comfort zone.

I’d checked it out when we first arrived. It was the highest perch in the house. It was small; not many could be up there at once. It had a gorgeous view and the warmth of direct sunlight. The reclining outdoor loungers were bright and inviting. But a previous guest had allowed a large shaggy dog to sit on the chairs and there was pet hair everywhere. I tried to wipe it off with a washcloth but it was going to take more than a simple wipe. I understood why there was an extra $50 charge for removing pet hair. That was going to take some work.

Unfortunately they’d missed it and I decided it wasn’t worth the extra work to do it myself so I went back downstairs.

But lying on that hammock, I realized that this was just another example of me keeping myself stuck in the middle.

Not only did I not want to go down into the world, I didn’t want to put in the work to go UP either. (I did, however, go back after this revelation and scrubbed the chairs if only to show the Lord I was willing.)

Three decks, three levels of worship.

The down and dirty, convergence of good and bad, bottom level is where ministry and service to others resides. I need to spend more time here.

The upper level, where you are alone with Christ in mountaintop worship, requires a little extra work. It’s worth the effort. I need to spend more time here.

The middle level, in what we call the secret of his tabernacle (Psalm 27:5), is where we abide with the Lord in a place of shelter. We are set upon a rock and He watches over and protects us. This is a beautiful place and one we should access easily. But I need to spend a little less time here.

I hope your week is going well and that you take time for a vacation, even if it’s dragging your favorite chair under the big oak tree in your backyard for ten minutes and letting God show you the playlist He created just for you.

Together we make the perfect pair….

I’ve rediscovered something I’ve always known this week: my husband and I make the perfect pair.

Not just with life in general, though that is true. He is the yin to my yang; the salt to my pepper. He is calm and level-headed while I’m impulsive and passionate. Neither is good, or bad, in itself, but blended together it makes for a peaceful yet still exciting life.

I need him to help me think rationally when I’m ready to throw a stick a dynamite on an already charged situation. He needs me to drag him out of his recliner and twirl me around the den like we are reliving our proms.

That’s what makes great partners and leads to a well-balanced life.

But today I’ve realized those differences apply to our spiritual lives as well. Our trip has been a prime example. After the first three days, he became restless. “I could just sit around at home,” he’d say.

“But not with this view. Or the lack of interruptions,” I’d counter.

Because he loves me, we’re still here. There’s no doubt that he’d have been back home days ago if it weren’t for me. But tomorrow we do have to leave. And I am not ready!

I want to stay another month. I was looking into a return stay by Day 2.

This is a perfect metaphor for our spiritual walk. In fact, just last night he told me there were things he should be doing. He had a calling and he wasn’t fulfilling it by sitting around and doing nothing. We had a life back home and this vacation was entirely too long.

I understood exactly where he was coming from. That was part of the reason for the vacation to begin with- he never takes time to rest. I admire that he ministers 24/7. While my ringer is off 50% of the time, his never gets turned off. He has a burning fire that is all-consuming. Taking time to relax and disconnect from the world isn’t something he enjoys doing.

I, on the other hand, do not want to leave. If this is a mountaintop experience with the Lord, I want to stay here. I know that I must come down off the mountain (literally and figuratively) in order to fulfill the calling on MY life. But I am going to take advantage of every second I have while I’m here. It’s a gift- of restoration and rejuvenation- and we all need those times in our lives.

I’m not saying I’m right and he’s wrong. Quite the opposite, I know that my fire sometimes gets down to smoldering ashes that need a starter log to kick it up again. What starts as resting in the Lord turns into laziness. And selfishness.

So even spiritually, we blend well. You need both.

You might need the time of rest. You might need the fire starter. Or you might just need to learn how to balance both. That’s all life is sometimes. A balancing act.

Make sure you keep your spiritual life balanced. If you don’t, every other area of your life will get out of whack.

As for me, I’m enjoying these last few hours of this mountain. And while I really could stay here indefinitely, there’s a renewed fire to share the gospel once I get home. I know it’s time.

Want your own mountaintop experience? It doesn’t have to be a literal mountain. Any time where you decompress, disconnect from the world, and plug into Christ alone will work. No reservations required, just an open and willing heart.