Our family is moving at a high rate of speed, bumping and rumbling alone in a rented RV somewhere around where Wyoming meets Utah. I’ve personally never met Utah, so surprise awaits us all I am sure. We have just spent an absolutely incredible week in Yellowstone and the Great Tetons.
In one day, I’ve watched the landscape around me change from towering jagged snow capped mountains to rolling green hills and now the greens of Wyoming are slowly giving way to the browns and oranges of Utah.
Driving across the West has taught me a few things about myself, my family, and my Creator.
- I am a camping Diva. I never used to mind the “roughing it” part of camping. Now I do.
- I like to eat way more than I like to cook. Especially in an RV.
- Being in the wide open for so long has brought me great joy. The deep satisfying kind of joy that sticks around for awhile.
- I am a noticer. I notice all sorts of things other people pass right by. I used to think I was odd for this. But I’m starting to realize it is a gift.
- I could sit and stare at the mountains for hours and never get bored.
- We collectively are very funny. There have been more tears of laughter than tears of frustration. This has been good for all of us.
- We are better “together”. Wherever we are and whatever we are doing is just so much more awesome because we are all doing it together.
- We all have extremely strong opinions about everything. We are learning to share those opinions with grace and compassion.
- We all love adventures equally and passionately. We are so grateful for this time we have together doing what we all love to do.
- Walking wildflower paths on snow capped mountains, watching my kids swim in a mountain lake, wandering outside at midnight in awe of the sky, so bright with stars, they lit up my eyes, then my heart, I have seen a Great Artist behind it all.
- The Great Artist knew we might occasionally feel alone, so he put the stars and the mountain tops and the green green grass right where we could see them so we’d know He’s right there. We are never alone.
- In the darkest pit of a cave, no lights at all, my hand invisible in front of my face, His voice moved in my heart, whispering, “I’m here.” Swaying in a hammock from the breeze coming over the mountain, The wind saying, “Shhhh….” through the treetops. “Know I am here.”
We are so, so grateful for every second we get together as a family on this sabbatical. We truly are Better Together.