El Nido is a far cry from San Francisco. We are in the country, my friends. Vast, and beautiful, and flat, and quiet, and peaceful as it is.
Matt and I went on a walk the other night. The sky was like a painting. The temperature was like the perfect bath water. It seemed like you could see for miles, hear every chirping cricket and talking bird. And it felt like a scene from “The Notebook” to be walking and talking with my sweetheart.
I have really enjoyed being in the country and getting to walk for miles while chatting on the phone with just cotton fields and cows to look at. The only interruption is the occasional tractor (okay, and my windedness from walking). I have enjoyed the twenty-minute drive to town that gives me a chance to think and pray, or to talk and listen to the Chronicles of Narnia. Driving is more special and meaningful, because we get to “drive to town”. I feel really cool that I can say that. I appreciate a trip to Starbucks or the grocery store as far more exclusive and exciting these days. It’s fun to experience day-to-day life in a fresh new way. I think it wakens you to dormant thankfulness and wonder. It’s all new to me, anyways. Some of you long time country folk might think I’m silly, but dormant gratitude in my own heart is woken.
There is something very private about the country, in a good and a bad way, I think. Privacy is really nice, but it’s also easy and convenient in some ways. No one to bother you. No neighbors. No distractions from a painted sky, “Notebook” kind of night. Convenience and privacy are really nice. Even Jesus taught us the importance of getting alone, getting privacy sometime, to be with the Father. It's good, most of the time. I was struck the other day by this quote:
"Revelation is God's gracious self disclosure whereby He forfeits his own personal privacy so that his sinful creatures could know Him." –Carl Henry
God’s Word, THE WORD, is God giving up his privacy so that we could know Him. He sent His Son so that we could know what God is like. He, Jesus, is “the visible image of the invisible God”. He was the Word and the Word became flesh. How gracious of God to come down. How good of him and how loving that He let us know him, when he lacked nothing in Heaven and was perfectly happy in Himself.
But God loved us too much not to let us read his journal and experience things His way.
Matt and I have found much joy lately in clinging to this God who has made Himself known. We have seen in many ways this summer how much we don’t have it all together. In the wake of this, there has been unexpected growth and joy and peace. The answer always seems to be the same in life, which is kind of frustrating, but also so comforting. Frustrating because it feels easier, more inventive and ingenious to come up with the newest self-help, fix-it answer to "life". But comforting because the answer really is always the same. The answer: look AT God. Behold Him and feast on WHO HE is. Love Him. Worship Him. Adore Him. Cling to Him.
“And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.” 2 Corinthians 3:18
I’m so glad the answer has always been the same and always will be the same. Look at Jesus and worship him, and we’ll become like Him. Because the Good News is that He has lets us into his space and privacy- by opening up the door to Heaven, coming to be our neighbor when He didn’t have to, and inviting us into the greatest quiet, dirt-road, painted sky, romantic walk of a lifetime.




