To be a Christian who is willing to travel with Christ on his downward road requires being willing to detach oneself constantly from any need to be relevant, and to trust ever more deeply the Word of God.
– Henri Nouwen
The scent of autumn leaves reminds me of growing up in the foothills of southern Alberta. Unlike other areas of the country where the fall is a gradual transition from the heat of summer to the cold of winter, the season change on the edge of the Rockies comes with sudden expected, yet unexpected changes. It’s like the weather is playing tennis and constantly challenging the other player to guess which way it’s going to go.
Autumn in the foothills tends to arrive with a thud. On a Tuesday – or a Friday just before a long weekend when the first sleet blows around your head as you are filling up the gas tank for a trip to Grandma’s house. An hour later the world shifts from gold and orange to white and grey as the snow takes aim at your windshield.
There is something about the anticipated suddenness that makes sweet days full of rich colour and warm breezes that smell like tea leaves all the more precious. I always feel a sense of urgency to get outside and breathe in the vibrancy of change in the autumn. Come away. Remember this moment. It may have to hold you for a while.
A common theme in my dreams is a knock on the door and an invitation to come away. Sometimes I’m told to pack my bags and get to the airport. One time I dreamed I was in a cabin near the mountains when I heard the knock on the door. When I opened it I saw a man on horseback. He held the reins to another horse, saddled and waiting for me.
“Come away with me,” he said. “I have something I want to show you.”
It always takes me a while to figure out that the person who beckons me is Jesus. He looks different, but he always feels kind and safe. In this particular dream we rode all day to a high place on the edge of a cliff where we could see for miles and miles. In real life, I was becoming bogged down in the details of dailiness. I needed to come away to see the bigger picture – a grander vista that included a sense of time beyond my own house.
Sometimes, no — usually, in the come-away dreams the timing is sudden and inconvenient. I’m not ready. I don’t want change right now, thank you very much. I’ve settled in. My things are scattered around in places I can’t remember and packing my bags is stressful. I don’t know where I’m going or what I will need.
I’m learning to pack lightly. Last time I was told to leave my books behind. Another time I was told to leave my all-season clothes behind because new clothes would be provided when I arrived at the destination.
“Where is the destination?” I asked.
I had another get-ready-for-a-trip dream recently. I don’t want to go. I’m comfortable here in this place in my life. I’m gathering ideas to write about in my journal. I think they’re relevant. People seem to like them and I receive encouraging feedback.
Today I am packing for a real trip and I don’t know what to take and what to leave behind. The flowers are still blooming in my garden in B.C. but the forecast is for snow in southern Alberta and the mountain passes tomorrow so we are leaving early. The season is changing sooner than I anticipated. I’m scheduled to have surgery for cancer at Foothills hospital on Friday. That means parting with bits of my body that up until now have been quite relevant to me. This trip is more challenging than some. I would much rather ride beside Jesus on a white horse than on a white gurney.
“Come away with me, ” he says. “I have something I want to show you.”
This much I know. He has always been kind. I have always been safe with Jesus, even in some very scary circumstances. I have always (eventually) been grateful for the things I have learned on this life journey. There is still so much to learn about who God is and about who I am and why I am here.
I hear a knock on the door. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Maybe a few hours, maybe a few years. I don’t know. All I know is that the voice I love is calling and I must go.
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I pray you will be protected on your journey.
Thank you. Blessings on your day!
praying for u on this journey! may the LORD bless w great peace and smile on u so much that u radiate !! ❤
Thank you, Anne. How blessed I am to have the prayer support of the Lord’s people!
Godspeed, Charis. I know irrelevant even when I myself think it’s relevant. Oh. It is. To Him. Decided it’s better to wrap my heart around it than trying to wrap my mind around it 🙂 May you experientially delight in great joy in the journey. Safe, sound, and protected. He’s doing a beautiful workmanship in you – spirit, soul, and body. Peace, Grace & Love ~ Nancy
How encouraging! Thank you!
Charis, may the warmth of the love and light of Jesus flood you while you are on this journey. He took all you pain and by his stripes you are healed. Prayers and hugs, Hazel
Indeed I am. Thank you!
Praying for you, dear sister…
Thank you so much!
A beautiful post Charis. I have not commented much of late and blogged even less but I have been praying as I’ve read and will continue to do so. I’m sorry you have to face this op. but glad that He is with you. A little invocation for you from Celtic shores:
God with me lying down,
God with me rising up, God with me in each ray of light,
Nor I a ray of joy without Him
Nor one ray without Him
Christ with me sleeping,
Christ with me waking,
Christ with me watching,
Every day and night,
Each day and night.
God with me protecting.
The Lord with me directing,
The Spirit with me strengthening,
For ever and for evermore,
Ever and evermore, Amen.
Chief of chiefs, Amen.
Farewell on you journey, you are in safe hands
I love this! Thank you!
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As is often the case, we are on the same page, as I have just completed a soon to be published post about His voice and choosing to follow it. You are in my thoughts and in my prayers. More importantly you are in His arms of grace, and I know you know that. Looking forward to the next chapter 🙂
It’s going to be a good one.