Last week God took a typical Tuesday and turned it into something beautiful. As our ministry day was coming to a close some boys from the troop (not to name drop, Ben & Jacob) persuaded us to take the bus up the mountain to see what was up there rather than waiting the thirty minutes for it to come back down like we usually did. Most people from the troop were down to adventure and see what was up the mysterious mountain, but I on the other hand was frustrated and ready to get home.
So, I did not voice my frustration out of fear of being THAT person and decided to just go with it. We took the bus all the way up the mountain into a little ghost town called “NoNo”. Once we got to the top the bus driver informed us the bus would not be going back down the mountain to Quito for another hour. Haha, what!!! At this point half the troop was like “YOLO, lets go explore while we’re here!” and the other half (me included) was like “Hmm, this is the worst possible situation we are going to be late to dinner, yadayadayada!” and listing every negative scenario.
I don’t say ghost town lightly, there was literally no one in sight and a thick, foggy haze covered the town. I spent the first twenty minutes thinking up every bad possible outcome as we walked around trying to find some sort of cafe or restaurant to wait at for the next hour.
Every place in the town was closed and a local couple informed us the cafes are only open on the weekends. After some brief small talk they welcomed us into their home and made us coffee and a gave us a huge bag of croissants all while having one of their children watch the bus for us so we would not miss it. It was the most tender experience and I truly believe it was a divine appointment from God to get to meet and minister the family. After we got on the bus I felt ridiculous because I knew that was exactly what God had for us in NoNo, not being robbed, taken, or any other morbid scenario I had thought of.
I spent the entire bus ride and walk around NoNo pouting and being stressed about things that were completely out of my control instead of relying on God and being present where my feet were. Being aware of your surroundings is definitely important, but making up terrible scenarios in your head is definitely not, and it is not of the Father. I am seeking a more easy going and go with the flow spirit, one where I ACTUALLY trust God instead of just saying I do.
So, moral of this story, God told me to chill.
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