The Maxfields

The Maxfields

Thursday, February 13, 2014

I am like Bilbo. I am called into the unknown.

I feel like every person, every story writer, and every song writer knows that there's a girl out there who is moving to the Rez as a missionary. It's amazing how God speaks through people to specific people. It seems like every time I hear someone speak or hear a song there's something that ties to the constant thoughts in my mind about the little kiddos on the Rez. God is very clever and He is very good.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. Little shout-out to one of my favorites, J.R.R. Tolkien. I love fairytales that have deeper meanings, that I can read over and over again. Where the pages are filled with stories of dragons and friendship. The Hobbit hits very close to my heart right now.

I am like Bilbo: I am a character in My Father's story like he is in Tolkien's.

The story is unfolding slowly, new to me as it is to the readers, the observers. I start out as a girl living in Bothell with three childhood dreams:
1. Be cured of Type 1 Diabetes.
2. Marry godly man and raise a family with lots of sweet children.
3. Live in Virginia, where the summers are hot and the leaves turn pretty.

I am comfortable with my life and it's going fine, just like it is for my old friend Bilbo. He is content with the Shire and has no plans of leaving. Until Gandalf calls him away from his home and into the unknown.

Like Bilbo, I have been called to a world completely unfamiliar. I have been called to the Rez. But as Gandalf is there to accompany Bilbo and guide him, My Father, in a much more glorious and amazing sense, has promised to never leave me nor forsake me in the journey. Bilbo has thirteen dwarves accompanying him on his journeys. I have an army of friends on this side of the mountains on their knees in my behalf. And my excitement is growing more and more with each day that passes.

I have decided what to do with the time given to me, Tolkien. I have followed my God and followed Him into a world of beautiful, snowy white unknown.

1 comment:

  1. You nailed this with your analogy! Brings tears to my eyes as I think of the homeless and needy on the Rez. Thank you for sharing this beautiful post. Love, Grandma