
Our last apartment was located on a major street. When we first moved in, I was afraid I was going to be constantly bothered by the street noises, but I was very surprised by the quality of our front windows. We actually really grew to love our location and our home. We lived above a barber shop and an office supply store. Just down from us were a glass shop and a remodeling store. One day we noticed some children from the remodeling store had a baby chick in a cage. We just assumed that supper would be in a month or so; however, they assured us that the chicken was a pet. As time went by, they let the "pet" out of its cage and it began to roam up and down our sidewalk. At times, it would

wonder into the barber shop and get booted out. The office store children would feed it, but it would never really go beyond our building....I assumed that was because of the neighborhood cat that sat at the baklava shop. The chicken was fun to watch, and we enjoyed its distraction from the craziness of life around us. One of our last days in the apartment, I looked out my window to see the chicken in the street. She had never before, to my knowledge, tested those waters. She had always been content to simply stay on the sidewalk. So, why that day did she gather the courage?
Why did the chicken cross the road? Interesting question, right? Last week, we camped in a tent for 7 days with new local friends. I experienced many firsts on the trip!! Overall it was a wonderful experience, but one night mid-trip I had a rough moment. I was trying to get to sleep, but I was hot in my clothes, had had too many cups of çay, couldn't get a breeze, everyone was snoring (allergies!), and I was EXHAUSTED and just wanted to be somewhere else!! I started to cry and was asking myself, "Why did I even cross this road?" Everyone would have understood that I had just moved, my language isn't good enough yet, overall I'm a wimp of a camper....and it's summer - who camps in summer!! I did the only thing I knew to do, (getting in the van and driving back 12 hours wouldn't have worked out!) I began to pray. God is so faithful to remind us of His love. I am thankful He never leaves us, and He is always there to comfort us. The Spirit brought Psalm 62 to my heart.
"Find rest oh my soul in God alone. My hope comes from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation. He is my fortress. I will not be shaken." I sang the Psalm over and over until eventually I went to sleep. Why do we cross some roads? I think sometimes it might just be for the experience and the adventure. I also think that in our journey of life God has several mountains for us to climb, valleys for us to walk through and roads that we must cross. As we are traveling, He is teaching and molding us. It is also our opportunity to be a part of what He is doing around the world. So, what happened to the chicken? Did she become dinner? Did she finally cross the road and move on to greener pastures (well, a city park was just across the street!)? I will never know, but I do know that I can make it through 7 days in a tent, and I can and will make it through the new leg of the journey that the Father has us on for this season of our life.
Finding Rest in Him, AT
PS: Interesting: As I have been reading lately, I have noticed a pattern that joy and contentment are often found in connection with trail and suffering. (1 Peter 4:12-19; James 1:2-18; Luke 15; Isaiah 12; 52:7-10) This is something that I am praying through as I also have a few areas that I am asking for healing and freedom. Interesting road to walk: content in trail & suffering and yet fully expecting and believing in healing and freedom. Discussion is welcome!