The Rookie Blessed Adventure (8 – Final): The Wish Comes True
July 14, 2001
I think by now you understand how I feel about my first living outside in the interior. I didn’t make up the story, WYRWYG. I called it my blessed adventure because He made it clear from the very beginning that it would be His present for me. You may laugh at me… silly you. *smile* What kind of gift you can expect when you have to canoe to go places, or when you have to bear bugs’ attacks, or when you can’t take a bath for a couple of days. Some of my friends teased me, saying they’d rather sleep in the comfort of their fluffy bed and pillows than sleep on the rock. *smile*
Some people may have billions that bank can hold for their cause (I think I will ask for it someday, he, he, …) but I don’t think they’re rich. Do you know how it feels to be rich? It is to live with your own bare hands and feet and still feel good about yourself. It is to pray for your beloved ones while you’re enjoying the precious nature. It is to find your very soul remains intact despite all turbulence in life.
A tiny blip on my radar of conscience never stops counting my blessings: started since I got an invitation to join this trip, 3 nights 4 days in Killarney and OSA, 2 nights 3 days in Collins Inlet, misty rain, bright days, blue and clear water, no sickness either from sore muscles or cause of the change in the rhythmic of living outdoor, friendly wind and wave, acceptable mosquitoes and bugs, good meals, rainbow after the rain, shooting stars, and Northern Lights. Also, the joy that’s shared and felt by each one of us through loons, geese, birds, water lilies, pine trees, spruce, turtle, snake, frog, moss, lichen-covered rocks, slippery algae-covered rocks… and our laughter that echoed deep in their trees, rocks, and water. I hope I can still retrieve it when I return again someday… May they sing to me their lovely serenade. Yes, Bang Jeha, the “box” is also a blast, but I will not elaborate about the “box” further. *smile*
In the whole series, you may read how I laughed at my fellow campers. That’s how I appreciate their joyful manner. They made this rookie very first trip in the interior a real gift that a good friend can give. Never a dull moment. *smile* We laughed as we teased each other.
Do you still wonder what is my real wish… that comes true? This trip was my wish. I just asked for it to be bearable and beautiful. Since I didn’t know what it would or should look like. Well, He granted more than I could ask. *smile* As we drove and left Killarney Provincial Park we again met the hustle and bustle of the real life, but Killarney’s spell would keep our spirit as clear and fresh as her beauty.
Then I recited my favorite poem from Ecclesiastes:
There is a time for everything,
and a season for everything under the sun:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
** I dedicate these series to my eight fellow campers in my first living in the interior, you’re part of my blessed adventure. Also for my Papa and Mama, the first people, who show me every reflection of His Great Love. And, all my friends… the wealth He gives abundantly.
Earth is bountiful and we are surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery.