
―Rachel
About Dreams!
Tues, July 26—Sat, July 30
9:00—11:30 am
Pre-registraon available on:
hps://turnerchrisanchurch.com/vbs
Welcome to VBS 2022, Jerusalem Marketplace!
This summer your child is going to take a trip
back in me to see what life was like when Jesus
walked the earth! Through fun songs, cras,
outdoor games, and dramas, your child will ex-
plore the 1st Century, and learn about Jesus.
And don't miss the extra-fun on Saturday—the
whole family is invited along for morning VBS
and a barbecue lunch aerwards. It's all free!
And come back again Sunday! The kids will help
lead worship by singing some VBS songs on the
stage for worship, and the service will be fol-
lowed by a church potluck.
It makes sense. I spent the last week in Eastern Oregon, dipping my toes into all Wallowa County has to oer. I
gazed at majesc, snow-capped mountains. I put the ps of my ngers into ice-cold water. I explored down-
town Joseph. I froze in snowy, rainy, hailing weather.
It was a good trip, made into a really good trip by my company. My enre immediate family―two siblings, their
spouses, their kids, my parents, and a beloved uncle―were able to join me there. It was a week of good food,
great conversaon, and real relaxaon.
It wasn’t the trip I had planned.
I have wanted to explore the northeastern corner of the state for the past 10 years. I have dreamed of hiking up
to stunning overlooks and back into hidden, prisne lakes. I have imagined intense sweang, and incredible
pride as I labored to the sights I have seen pictures of. Instead, I was nursing a foot injury, barely able to walk a
half mile without intense pain.
What do we do when our dreams don’t pan out?
If you’re not a traveler this may all seem a lile silly to you. Who put that much emphasis on a lake? Well, I do.
Hiking is a solace to me. It’s one way I connect with the Lord. As someone who can get lost in their brain, it al-
ways grounds me to the here and now-grateful for the world that God has made, delighng in silence and pour-
ing out my heart to Him.
Instead of silent ponderings, I huddled in a noisy RV with rambuncous nieces and nephews. And I stayed in
camp and rested while members of my family got to go adventure.
But oh, am I grateful.
There is a certain kind of beauty when one lets go of control. I cannot fix my foot, only choose behaviors that
help it heal. I cannot climb mountains right now, only delight in the stories of those that got to. I can trust in the
presence of the God who hears our hearts on quiet mountaintops and in crowded
RVs.
This wasn’t the trip I dreamed of, but I think it was the trip I needed. In sweet mo-
ments with my sister, in cuddling up next to my dad, or goong around with one of
my nephews . . . in reading to a young niece, or chang with my brother-in-law . . .
there were so many good moments. Moments that I would have missed traipsing
across hilltops. And though I sincerely hope that God provides me to the opportuni-
ty to return to Wallowa and climb those peaks, my bigger hope is that contentment
will be more and more woven into the fabric of the way I live. So that whatever I do,
and whoever I am doing it with, I am grateful to God for all that he provides.
. . .whatever you do, . . .whatever you do,
whether in word or deed, whether in word or deed,
do it all in the name of do it all in the name of
the Lord Jesus, giving the Lord Jesus, giving
thanksthanks
to God the Father to God the Father
through Him. through Him. Col. 3:17Col. 3:17