The Companioning Center Blog
In what ways can beauty be your companion? Think about the things you love to read, places you love to go, activities you enjoy participating in, food you love to cook or bake, art you love to create, crafts you enjoy spending time making. These are the thresholds of beauty and joy.
“First things first, we need a rocking playlist!” My teenage part reminded me that the mundane parts of training at a gym could be fun. The next step was to go into full Rocky Balboa mode and do what only I could do for myself. The next day at the gym, I felt my teenage part rise up in joy as we worked out to songs that stretch the decades.
What if death was the end? Back in November of 2008, a surreal chain of events led to me plummeting thirty feet off a cliff, headfirst onto a boulder. I should have died. The thing is, even though I was conscious and communicative—albeit in a limited fashion—for the two months I spent in the ICU. I don’t remember any of it, or the accident. My severe traumatic brain injury, combined with some of the amnesic drugs they gave me, made my “screen go black”. I share this because simply ceasing wasn’t bad, or something to be afraid of. Honestly, the only thing that comes to me to describe it is, peaceful.
People are hardwired to tell stories. While some are more gifted storytellers than others, we all tell stories of love, pain, tragedy and triumph. Sometimes stories morph into legends, such as the story about the monster fish dad caught at the lake, or how grandma had to walk to school uphill both ways.
Her words were the push we needed to decide to go on a year-long sabbatical. This was in 2021. By divine interconnections, we found ourselves in a beautiful town near the Himalayas. And we began our season of rest. God met me in special ways during the sabbatical. The pines seemed to warmly embrace me and give a healing I couldn’t have known. The fragrance of the earth and the forest soothed me. The beautiful mornings, restful days, and fun-filled moments restored us as a family. We found a local community of Christ followers to worship with. This was incredible.
Evelyn Underhill well describes those who have courageously abandoned their wartime posts in favor of meeting God at the dance hall. “The action of those whose lives are given to the Spirit has in it something of the leisure of Eternity; and because of this, they achieve far more than those whose lives are enslaved by the rush and hurry, the unceasing tick-tick of the world.” Spiritual warfare used to be my vocation, but dancing becomes me now. As does poetry. I offer these humble verses in illustration of my experience of life as a dance with God.