Overwhelming Amazingness – How do I take it all in?

Mutiny. It’s a word I’m beginning to savor. I’m starting to to better understand how Eve was beguiled in the garden. I think that just because she was in a perfect place with a man who was her perfect match (not that either of them were perfect themselves), does NOT mean that she didn’t experience frustration, impatience, and discouragement. It could be a perfect storm to create a situation for her to be beguiled.

Mutiny. We are seeing so many sites of biblical history, and I’m deeply grateful for the time and knowledge that went into preparing this tour, but I’m at a point where I am tired of being told where to go, what to do, and what to think about it all. If our tour guide was struck dumb (mute) for a day, and all we could do was read together from the Bible about the places we will see today, I would be okay with that. Not that I want anything bad to happen to our guide, but oh, what I wouldn’t give for an hour or two of peace and quiet!

Maybe I can beat everyone out to the seashore this morning! Okay, maybe not, but I have moved down to the beach and while everyone else is in the water, I am sitting on the shore soaking in the sound of the waves and the birds chattering their morning conversation.

Morning at the sea of Galilee

I breathe. I am grateful. I am still, at last.

This hymn has come to my mind:

Precious Savior, Dear Redeemer

Precious Savior, dear Redeemer,
Thy sweet message now impart.
May thy Spirit, pure and fervid,
Enter ev’ry timid heart;
Carry there the swift conviction,
Turning back the sinful tide.
Precious Savior, dear Redeemer,
May each soul in thee abide.

Precious Savior, dear Redeemer,
We are weak but thou art strong;
In thy infinite compassion,
Stay the tide of sin and wrong.
Keep thy loving arms around us;
Keep us in the narrow way.
Precious Savior, dear Redeemer,
Let us never from thee stray.

Precious Savior, dear Redeemer,
Thou wilt bind the broken heart.
Let not sorrow overwhelm us;
Dry the bitter tears that start.
Curb the winds and calm the billows;
Bid the angry tempest cease.
Precious Savior, dear Redeemer,
Grant us everlasting peace.

Text and music: H. R. Palmer, 1834–1907


will post more about the days events later. This is a marvelous time and opportunity. One I am enjoying. I just really needed to press reset this morning. I think this did it.

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