As I watch, I think about how "I" would handle each situation. I find myself mentally going over which ten items I would take with me. I plan how I would build my shelter, how I would keep a fire going, how I would fish, hunt, and snare, how I would handle being alone and vulnerable.
Then I laugh at the idea. I will celebrate my 71st birthday in a month - I didn't like having to use an outhouse at Camp Denali in Alaska. I can only imagine what I would do without even an outhouse - and no toilet paper. I could be one of those people who "tap out" the first day, although I hope I'd last at least a few days. I'm not very outdoorsy; I enjoy my automatic AC and heat, running water, well stocked refrigerator, freezer, and pantry - and my comfy bed and pillow. However, there remains a desire to prove myself - to see what kind of survival skills I could muster up in such a situation.
It made me think of my friend, Troy, who felt led to walk the Natchez Trace - 444 miles long. He did it in 2014, I think. Ron and I walked a couple miles with him when he was close to the end in Nashville. Troy felt called by God to do that, and he has written a book about it.
It makes me wonder about what God has called me to do. Other than wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, neighbor . . . I don't know.
It made me think of my friend, Troy, who felt led to walk the Natchez Trace - 444 miles long. He did it in 2014, I think. Ron and I walked a couple miles with him when he was close to the end in Nashville. Troy felt called by God to do that, and he has written a book about it.
It makes me wonder about what God has called me to do. Other than wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, neighbor . . . I don't know.
