God does not send us into the dangerous and exacting life of faith because we are qualified; He chooses in order to qualify us for what he wants us to be or do." Eugene Peterson
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After I get all of the mutating missionary blogs from the past re-posted here, I will continue writing fresh ones. Enjoy the review...
Robyn Rochelle Cox
Loving God in the Moment
There comes a time about every few months that a Texas woman must hear the gentle humm of rubber on asphalt, slip behind the wheel of a vehicle in her control, settle into a long enjoyable CD playing ROAD TRIP!!!!!This last weekend on Friday evening, I hit my max. After a few interesting and new German cultural experiences, I needed some time to reconnect with my Lord.
To get alone.
To be with HIM.
To discover new sights.
To allow my creative self to be nurtured.
So, I went on a road trip north.
I threw my bible, my art stuff, my camera, my violin, my jacket, my journal, and some tennis shoes into my car - I was off! I didn't know exactly where I was going. I was just going.
Traveling on the autobahn I took in the regular sites. Looking for an off the beaten path adventure I set my eyes on the road signs. My heart was crying for a serendipitous solitude. I remembered a night spent on Lavender Lane... does anyone else remember that????
No, I wasn't planning on sleeping in my car (as we all know I am capable of doing). But I did crave a God-given spot. Someplace... someplace... someplace.
As I rounded a curve on the bahn and descended out of a nice 180 KPH section of the road, the sign popped out at me. Kirchberg. and then Rot an See. Kirch (Church) berg (mountain) Rot (red) and See (body of water). Yep, I'd found it.
The dorf was quaint. The cafe' delightful. I asked the waitress if there was any spot to stay the night in town. She directed me to the local LARGE Schloss (Palace). In fact, she took the liberty to call and ask if there was an einzimmer available (one room). Naturlich, there was a wedding in the Schloss and she didn't know if it would be full.
It wasn't. She asked if I would be arriving on foot or in an auto. I told her I had my auto. Directing me to the Schloss she informed me that I could go and check in, then return for my meal - the cook would prepare it and wait until I returned to cook it!
Driving up the one street ending at the Schloss, I slipped out of my car, grabbed my backpack and headed into the gated plaza. A strong solid German Frau met me with skeleton key in hand. Taking me to the 3rd floor and settling me into a very plain room with a perfectly enchanting view - I still hadn't found out the price of the room. Timidly I asked her the question, "Wie viel kostet diesem Zimmer?" 25 Euros pro nacht mit fruhstuck (with breakfast) I have no idea if that was correct or not - bare with me...
I thanked her, put my bag down, took the key and headed down the strasse on foot. Snapping shots all the way to the cafe', my artsy juices were at their peak!
Here are just four of the wonderful scenes I will share with you. I think I might have to give you more of this little town in the next few days.
Passion - I needed a good dose. God gave it to me. And all the conversations were in German!
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