Do you ever get tired of routines? Do you get tired of being in the same repetition or cycle of difficult circumstances? I personally hate repetition. I don’t even like repeats of movies or television, unless it’s been a really long time since I’ve seen it. I get bored with routine, although I always seem to fall into it. At first routine is comfortable, but then I start to get antsy because I want something different. I’m ready for new things. It may be because I see new life abounding around me because of springtime. It may be because it’s time for some things to change. I know that I’m certainly tired of feeling up against it, but that’s because I try to solve my own problems instead of letting God solve them for me. Pondering all these thoughts lead me to Isaiah 43. The first thirteen verses, God reminds Israel that He is beside them and that He is with them during tough circumstances. He is beside us to save us from these things. In verse eighteen, God says don’t think about the past. And the verse that helps me most today is nineteen, “See, I will do a new thing. It will begin happening now. Will you not know about it? I will even make a road in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.” I’m ready to see the road of escape that God has for me in my wilderness. I’m ready for the living water in my dry routine life. I’ve just got to remember that God is on this life journey with me, He wants me to not forget that He will lead me through it.
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January days in West Virginia are usually sprinkled with snow days throughout the month. But this year there has only been a few snowfalls and they haven’t lasted for long. I thought that many of our ways for youth this month would have included skiing, sledding, and other typical winter activities, but was proven otherwise. Most of what we did this month consisted of using the resources available to us. We started out the first weekend of the month using scooters to travel up and down the halls in the church. I didn’t realize that going up and down the halls on a scooter would take so much energy, and I did a typical wipeout on one lap because I was trying to get the wheels off the ground for a split second. I got them off the ground long enough to touch the ground myself with my shoulder, Whitney got to experience my embarrassing feat.
Since the weather had been so atypical I planned for the youth to go on a zip line in Sophia, a town south of Beckley. The zip line is a half mile long with a 300 foot descent. God’s sense of humor shined through that day because I reserved probably the coldest day of the month to do this. But, we loaded up the van and headed to our destination, each bundled with plenty of clothing to try and keep us warm on our quick ride. When we arrived, the instructors geared us up and gave us a quick overview of what we would be doing and what to expect. The instructors drove us to the top of the hill where the starting platform was. I was with the first group that was dropped off, so we waited as the truck went to get the second group. One of the teens admitted that he was very fearful of heights. He almost backed out, but several of the other teens convinced him to take the leap. I admitted to him that my biggest fear is heights, so I told him that if I could do it he could too. When it was time for me to conquer my fear, I took a deep breath, quickly looked at the line I was going to attach myself to and hung on for dear life. Halfway through I began to feel at ease and enjoyed the ride. It’s hard to take a leap into something when you don’t know if you’ll make it through or not, but when you take that leap and make it to the end, you are glad you did it. Everyone seemed to enjoy their ride, we all had a good time and we seemed to entertain the instructors as well. They said we were one of the funniest groups they had ever had.
Last Sunday, the teens decided to run a mile around the church. They each took a few laps around until they totaled a mile together. This weekend, the youth went to support other fellow youth in a wrestling competition that was held on Saturday. After cheering them on, we decided to go on College Avenue in Bluefield and bounce basketballs for a mile. We started at my house and bounced the balls to my husband and my shop in Bluefield. That consisted of 1.3 miles. We turned some heads, cars slowed down and people gawked. I guess it was a bit odd to see several people bounce basketballs down the sidewalk.
This month was fun and I keep telling the youth that this is going to be an epic year. January is only the beginning, there are many things ahead of us and I’m very excited for whatever is to come.