Coming from the consulting world, everything needed to be documented. Everything created needed process documentation, procedures, etc. It was valuable and necessary, and even the process of doing it is very valuable to the one creating it…but man it was tough.
It caused me to think differently.
Before consulting, before process, before the world was so “linear” I was used to telling stories and hearing wisdom passed down around campfires. At the lake and in the middle of the forest somewhere…and that’s where I reallly took not in. Didn’t feel like work. Didnt have to “try”. I WANTED it.
Process documentation was seldom consumed by people like the stories around the fire.
Fast forward…
As my personal life and my inner journey played out over the years I found myself needing to document it. As if I was lost and needed to leave breadcrumbs to find my way back if I went the wrong way, or even if I went the right way and found a place that had never been found before. I found myself almost competing and trying to make my life story a business case for a future discovery or something. The eeery feeling of it not being authentic came in and I felt like tracking it was not in the right heart anymore.
It was a challenge to hit a big milestone, and not write it down. Just tell the story if it came up at a campfire, or hangin with the bros, or in a round pen. Not pushed, but when it just “came up”
“But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, he will teach you all things and bring to your remembrance all that I have said to you.”
I realized I was lost. And that I had to get good and lost to find this place that has never been found before. And not writing everything down so I could have it be personal with Jesus and I was part of the deal. I had to let it go.
A very wise guide once told me…what you had before…you don’t know how you got it.
And you couldn’t help from losing it when it was slipping away.
Now when you find your way back, you won’t ever get lost again because now you know the way.
Well. That has been an amazing truth. She must have made this trek before to have the wisdom to say that.
And she said it campfire style.
It wasn’t written in a book. It was personal. Christ in her.
So – the beauty of it all, I came to find that this journey, and the path to find this paradise and freedom I have found. It’s already written. The guides are all there. And the adventure is something you could never imagine.
Enter at your own risk.
Death, if you go all in, is inevitable.
And so is resurrection. Promised.
No story looks the same.
Thank God for the living Word.
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