Honestly, today was more of a string of dissonant exclamations rather than a melody.
Rock! Tube! Snake! Bear!
“Let’s go tubing this week.” Famous last words. We all–including the little ones–tubed down the Little Pigeon River today. The river flows from the national park into Townsend. Two days ago some parents told us that even the little children would love the experience. She was not speaking about OUR LITTLE CHILDREN. TJ (8)–whose eyes are naturally big–remained WIDE in shock through much of the float. Dayton (5) cried through half of the trip, genuinely scared for his life. Cascade (2) buried her head into her mommy and came up for air every couple hundred yards. If I had not been so committed to getting my flock safely to the conclusion, I may have thought it all funny enough to laugh. Only now finds me free enough to chuckle.
ROCK! (Lift up your rear end!) TUBE! (Somebody grab that tube!) Snake! (Get away from the Copperhead laying on the rock!)
When Celena (11) and Jordan (11) convinced Jodi to take a second suicidal run down the river after lunch, the younger kids and I decided to do our own thing. (It was only necessary for us to stare death in the face once before we learned our lesson!) We drove to Cades Cove, a popular point of interest in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Anyone who is honest enough to admit it will tell you that the foremost reason they drive the nine mile loop through the cove is to get a glimpse of a black bear in the wild. Although I promised my kids that the first person to see a bear would receive $20.00, I was still hoping we’d see one of the beasts. A little over half way through the drive, that happened. A rather large black bear was sitting in the shade, almost posing for the tourists. TJ won the prize–the first child to see a bear in the wild! Pretty cool.
God was gracious to us–keeping us safe and heart-attack free on our “leisurely float” down the river this morning. He was also gracious to us–allowing us to see a beautiful creature in its natural habitat. Yesterday we saw God in a cave. Today we saw Him on a river and just off the road. Can I say it again? Pretty cool.
Just a word–excited. In his “golden years,” many years removed from the experiences of hearing, seeing and touching (1 Jn. 1:1), John was excited about being a recipient of the love of God!
“How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him” (1 Jn. 3:1; NIV).
“And that is what we are!” I love that, and John loved remembering that he was a child of God. Furthermore, he wanted his readers to be excited about that fact as well. Then–moving from that appropriate emotion–the Elder Apostle commanded them to live out their identity. They were to love one another (3:10-24), and their love was to be one of action (3:17, 18). Saying “I love you” is good. Living “I love you” is better. I’m excited that I am a child of God. Now I need to prove it daily by living “I love you.” Join me!
Thanks for stopping by the cabin!
PS–You might want to just enjoy the river from the bridge.