As I walked across the bridge to Harper’s Ferry WV I started singing Country Roads by John Denver. (Thanks to Donna Slack to whom I taught this song on the guitar)
Here are the lyrics:Almost heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze Chorus: Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads All my memories, gathered ’round her Miners’ Lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye Chorus I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away And drivin’ down the road I get the feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
I was so ready to get to West Virginia and the last part makes me think of home. It is indeed far away as is the camp that I worked at. I get a little homesick, for an easier life sometimes. But the breeze blowing on my face reminds me that God is with me here and will carry me through the hard times.
Here is a quote I have written in the front of my journal:“It is for us not to pray for tasks equal to our powers, but powers equal to our tasks, to go forward with a great desire forever beating at the door of our hearts as we travel toward our distant goal.” ~ Hellen Keller
Sometimes the tasks are hard (the rocks especially pointy, the heat oppressive, the miles long, the emotions drained) but I just need to ask God for the strength to complete the tasks in front of me. And my goal still seems very distant, but I’m almost half way! Thank you so much for your prayers on this journey!