breathe in. breathe out.

The past two weeks have been a whirlwind adventure. I've flown across the world, seen "long lost" friends from various cities, painted a room rich turquoise, hung out on the nicest grass I've ever seen, eaten a fare share of Thai food, laughed so hard that my stomach hurt and my face was wet from tears, bought a good part of a new wardrobe, tried long island iced tea, played with a fun camera, threw around 60 pound bales of hay, hung out with some really funny kids, flattened metal roofing from our burned-down barn and saw a pretty sweet sunset tonight.

So it's been busy.

I have a fear though, that in the midst of everything good and exciting, that I forget about God. It should be an impossible feat, how do you forget about the Creator of the universe? But, much like an old friend who you feel comfortable with, I seem to be guilty of not keeping in touch with my Saviour. I'm the last one to admit that I pack my plate so full of things and activities that I don't have time for anything else. Mostly because if I stop, then I have to face things that are much easier to avoid when I'm too busy to think about it. The danger of that is forgetting about God, forgetting that He's there.

I was driving to Ottawa on Friday and I was listening to music really loud and singing along, despite the fact I lost my voice, and I turned the radio off and just sat in silence. I realized that I hadn't stopped to have a quiet time with God in a few days. So what was stopping me right now? The insanely good song I was listening to? Or the fact that I had packed my life with so much "extra" stuff that I had no time for my God? It's option B.

Life went into high speed when I landed in Canada. I had such a great time getting to know God while in Uruguay that I guess I took Him for granted when I went from 1st gear to 5th. I need to take my walk with God "back to the basics"... back to a place where I seek for Him more than anything.