Saturday, April 21, 2012

Growing Hope


In the planning stages of this trip, I remember lying awake at night thinking of all the details that needed to be arranged: parks to stay at, people to meet up with, budgets to maintain.  In my sleep, I juggled these different balls of responsibility, imagining the worst case scenario if everything didn’t line up.  

Then suddenly I’d wake, eyes like white and blue boulders staring into the darkness, my mind ceaseless in it’s fear… “if we don’t find a Wal-mart to stay at on the third night of our second week, what will we do?  What if we have to park in one of those forlorn, polluted truck stops where unthinkable evil lurks in the night?  What if someone shatters our double thick windows or pries open our bolted, metal door and murders us in our sleep, stealing our children away to the most horrendous, hellish future?  We can’t take this trip; the possibilities are unbearable.”

But then a dear friend planted this little seed in my mind: “What if it’s not horrible?  What if you don’t have to control every situation or every person along the way and in the end it turns out to be the most fantastic thing you’ve ever done?”

I was compliant and allowed that seed to stay where she sowed it.  But I held onto my fears.  I spent the first 2 months of our trip, pruning and watering the thorny vine of my fear, occasionally meandering over to my friend's seed, buried deep in the soil, and giving it the tiniest dribble of nourishment. 

Funny enough, it didn’t need much.  While my fear-laden vine required the precise care of sleepless nights and imaginary disasters, my friend’s simple seed sprouted and grew upon the kind emails received on a bouncy bus ride, an unexpected gift from a stranger-now-friend, Easter candy given on the streets of New Orleans, a bank envelope handed to us that we neither expected or deserved, the sincerest hug from a long-lost friend I’ve never met.  Countless small moments and welcome surprises fed and bolstered that small seed, till it’s hearty stalk blossomed forth the most durable petals of hope.

No, I don’t expect the rest of this trip to be perfect.  In fact, I anticipate imperfection at every turn.  However, I’m realizing that giving up control doesn’t leave the door open to distaster; it paves the way for wonderfully unseen opportunities.

And suddenly, I see flowers all around me.

9 comments:

  1. Love this! And love you guys. Praying for you every step of the way =)

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    1. Lore, clearly you played a big part in growing the hope in my heart! Thank you again for the friendship and hospitality you extended to us last week. You were a wonderfully unexpected gift on this trip! We will continue to pray for you and the very exciting adventure you are on as well! Lots of love, my friend!

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  2. I raise my glass to many more flowers amid life's imperfections.

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  3. Maile, sure miss you and those children. You all stopping here was a hi-lite of the year. I get misty eyed thinking of those couple of days. Give the kids for me-will ya!?! Please keep writing.

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    1. Oh, Chub, you couldn't possibly know what a gift our weekend with you was to our family! The kids continue you to talk about you; just today Sammy said "Uncle Sam lives at his office, right?!" You will not be easily forgotten in their minds, believe me. And thank you for being so generous to us in so many ways during our time there. We love you and will always remember Austin as one of the great highlights of this trip. Sending lots of love your way!

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  4. Thats hugs for the kids

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  5. instead of going to the forlorn,polluted truck stops,try the ones with TFC chapels. You might be pleasantly surprised that friendly normal people frequent them

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    1. I wish I would have qualified that statement after I wrote it. I clearly imagined "the forlorn, polluted truck stops" before I'd ever actually spent any time at one and now we actually really love staying at truck stops and have met some very nice truckers along the way. Clearly a case of "don't judge a book by its cover"! But many thanks for the recommendation--we'll look out for those!

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