
I needed to come back and deal with the home inspection and appraisal. I got up at 4:30AM to start the 4 hour drive home, and discovered it had snowed during the night! I knew the children would be thrilled. I also knew the townsfolk wouldn't be pleased, but it was only a couple of inches and the sun did melt it all in a few hours. My camera's batteries were dying, but I did get this shot of the trees and a bit of my van covered with snow.

Here's a big clue that I'm beyond my limits: as I tried to back out of the drive, I overcompensated for the icy conditions and shot across the road and into the forest. I took out a manzanita bush, I think, and put a nice new dent in the back of the van. I also smelled gasoline, but it turned out to be nothing more than a little flooding of the engine. Still, let me tell you, I was praying really hard that I hadn't punctured the gas tank or a fuel line with my little bit of off-roading!
Huh. This leads me to today's contemplation: I enjoy a pretty rich prayer life. I pray all the time. I invite Spirit to walk with me and am mindful of God's presence nearly unceasingly. Yet there's a real complacency, a comfortableness, to it all. When I stretch out into an overwhelmingly difficult task, I get to pray with an intensity and fervor that I cannot conjure during "normal" days.
I think that's why I want to do this project so much. I like praying hard. I like being in God's hands, and discovering truths about my life such as my fear to appear foolish holds me back from taking risks.
And while I am sincerely grateful for things like indoor plumbing, I simply cannot escape the sense that I'm called to a much larger experience than thanking God for indoor plumbing.
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