Camping

Recently I went camping with some mates to Girraween National Park; a beautiful place with some unexpected, gorgeous scenery :) We spent two days in the quiet place, meditating upon what the Lord would have of us in the season to come. It was great reflection time, and also a time of walking, mountain climbing, creek swimming, "golf-soccer" (a game we invented where we used a soccer ball instead of a golf ball, and used one of our shirts as the target; and some 'ceremonial sticks' to stop the ball rolling, as we were playing on a sloped piece of land), stargazing, kangaroo and wildflower viewing, etc., good times :)

Such a pleasant time away with great company. Really loved the time to spend meditating upon the Bible and being encouraged and challenged by mates in faith. I have some precious memories from the trip that I will keep in my heart for a long time. The clear starlit sky; the calm winds; clear air; God revealing himself in so many beautiful ways.


Scribbled pieces in my journal at bedtime too, or rather, 'tent-time':

Camping Meditation (1)

God, like two towering oak trees,

You reveal yourself to me—

underneath the tent, but still

visible in prayer—

You whisper the calmest of all psalms

it is the whisper and hushing of leaves

past my senses—You like two oak trees—

shaped like a love-heart meadow,

committed to the sky.

Camping Meditation (2)

A water well lapses and speaks of its own purity. Yet the crescent moon can even carve the mossiest edges of your form. You God are the protector—I have been searching endlessly for You. When all You were was the wind in the trees, the darting of the words that penetrate me from your holy books—your scripture Lord, exalt! Praise! It is You who has known me before I was born in the womb of generations past that will continue through the generations to come; effervescent—as the countless stars at night, you are there always. When I say it is dark, You command the night away—the carved bones of the mountain has poured its many established boulders over the years—but you evolve into something greater—a fossil of my testimony for You that any forbearers will go onto the generations time upon time, that when the Earth changes its many lapping currents through my intermittent veins, those churning estuaries will still speak of transparency, that I may join You in the many inclinations of salt and light.