The wrong question

I went mountain biking this weekend with some bellingham buddies. I got my butt kicked. On top of the 90+ degree weather and being in awful shape, we had a bike break down and someone was going to have to go down the mountain on foot. After making it up most of the mountain, i decided that I wasn't going to make it. I pulled back and decided to be the one to walk. It was a rough day.

8 hours after they proceeded, I met up with them at the bottom of the mountain. Nothing seemed to go right for me. Too hot, not enough water, the gatorade i buried under rocks at the trail head was washed away by the river which rose about a foot that day due to the extreme heat, and of course when i get to bellingham I noticed my keys were missing.

Of course the 7 hours waiting were dreary with the mosquito's and heat and of course the fatigue of having hiked all day. It was good to be outside nonetheless. The beauty of the outdoors and the forced alone time started stirring something in me that helped me to change my perspective.

I had been asking God what I'm supposed to do with my life. What am i supposed to be? An accountant? Missionary? Something else? I'm not sure. Why am I asking? Not sure of that either. I have never known the answer to that question, so I don't know why i need to know the answer now. The right question is what do I want to accomplish with my life?

God also pointed out yesterday that I've been grasping on tightly to some of the promises He has made to me....as if i have the power to accomplish them on my own. Instead God just wants us to enjoy the life we have been given and worship Him along the way.

Realizing how thirsty I was that night I decided I want to do more with giving water to those without. It's one of those luxuries that we all take for granted when we have it and forget about others without. I don't know what i'm going to do yet, but considering how little it costs to do so much, I am going to seek out what I can do.