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Camping in Compromise

8/30/2022

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I helped lower my friend to the bed, as she stammered in her drunken state. The party we were at had gotten out of hand. Things were said that couldn’t be unheard, and actions that couldn’t be undone. “It’s okay,” I said to her, stuffing my hurt down deeper.
 
I woke up with a physical and emotional hangover, as those hurt feelings rose back to the surface. Internally I lamented, How did things end up like this?
I wonder if Lot asked the same way as he walked away from smoldering Sodom. I wonder if he reflected on the events that had left him wife-less and homeless.

How did this nephew of Abram (who had been rescued once before, by the way) end up in this situation where he barely escaped utter destruction?

​If we look closely at Lot’s journey, we can see a progression:
He encamped near Sodom (Gen 13:10-13).
He lived in Sodom (Gen 14:12).
He became a leader of Sodom (Gen 19:1).
 
I would wager that Lot wished he could go back and reverse his choice to live near the infamously wicked city of Sodom. At the time Lot had reasoned his decision— anyone in their right mind would choose a lush, well-watered plain over one that is rocky and arid.
 
If I look closely at my own journey, I recognize a similar pattern.​..
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Fight the Drift

8/7/2022

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I grew up vacationing on the East Coast, with its gray sands and cloudy waters. I know some of you might be freaked out by that, but in the infamous words of Elsa— they “never bothered me anyway.” All I knew was that I was there for a good time with my cousins.
 
Our parents had two rules: stick together, and keep our eyes on the shoreline. Our family “base” was easy to spot with its plethora of bright chairs and umbrellas. If we found ourselves drifting from home, our job was to dig our feet in the sand and fight our way back to where we entered.
​We had all the energy in the world in those days. We spent hours body surfing, floating, and fighting the current until we were completely spent and insatiably hungry.

After lunch, we’d beg our parents to take us to the community pool— that was where the real fun was to be had. The water was clear and current-less. We played games, performed jumping contests, and practiced our handstands. Oh, to be young again.
 
Here’s one thing I know to be true: life is more like an ocean and less like a pool— especially when it comes to our faith. This isn’t new news, though. It’s exactly what the author of Hebrews cautioned nearly 2,000 years ago...
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    ​Hi, I'm Katie! 

    Wife to Craig, mom of three, author, writer, Rooted Moms founder, Jesus-follower, Bible teacher, and coffee enthusiast.

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