Asking

First up, happy birthday to my mom!! Remember a few years ago when we had that surprise party for her? Those memories popped up for me a few days ago and I loved watching the videos all over again. That was such a fun day. Anyway! Happy birthday, Mom! I am sorry I don't have a party for you today, but I hope you have a delightful day! 

We are heading home today from our adventures in camping. We have just had the best time. We were smart to come right after Labor Day. The campground has random signs of life, but for the most part, it's completely empty. (So empty, in fact, that when someone dares to walk by, Phoebe feels that they are intruding on her space. I guess we own this whole road!) 

Know what this trip has done for us? (Besides the obvious of rest, of course.) It's reminded us of how dearly we love lake life and how our dreams are split between being able to travel in our RV and come home to a lake. 

Yesterday we kayaked around this sleepy little lake. Most of the lake is actually surrounded by trees, with no homes in sight. As we paddled, we saw old, broken down piers now and then, but they led straight into the trees with no sign of life behind them. Across from the campground are a few small houses that look like year-round homes, and we fought against the wind to get close to them, but none had a for-sale sign in the yard. Sadness.

I may or may not have peeked on realtor.com to see if there's anything for sale in the area. Not a ton, but I did find a few options. We aren't in a place to buy right now, so we just dream about someday, when we can have a winter landing point for our days off to match our summer landing point of Abby.

Lake life offers such a gift of quietness. It is quite literally the only place on earth where I don't feel guilty for merely sitting and watching. Anywhere else, it feels like I really should be up and doing something. But the lake, with its rippling water and breeze in the trees, just beckons us to sit quietly and listen for the Lord's voice.

I welcome the invitation.

God has been reminding me lately that I haven't been good about asking. I have so expected a string of no answers that I just haven't asked. I haven't asked like I should about things with our work. About things with our future. About our dreams. And so much more.

So I'm working on asking, and this "weekend" has reminded me to ask for things that may not truly matter in the scope of life, but they matter to my heart. 

And so yesterday I sat to ask. Of course I'll submit to whatever answer He gives, but I'm learning again how to ask.