I know, it has been ten days since I returned from
Lifest, I should move on, huh? But I really haven’t blogged about the festival
at all. I have instead been in a down mood and fighting a migraine for nearly a
week. Kind of not feeling so creative. Or social even.
A friend of mine who had been to Lifest with me a couple
of times says that being there is like life in a bubble. Everything is safe,
everyone shares your point of view, there is no stress. Life is easy at a place
like that. You get to hear positive uplifting messages in word and song. During
the three days we were there I don’t remember anybody having a bad attitude. I
was probably the worst one, when I butted to the front of the line at the bathroom
because several stalls had run out of toilet paper and I naturally had a supply
in my backpack. The Christian thing would have been to share it with those who
had been waiting longer. I am such a miserable sinner. Sigh.
Then we get home and life is one long series of bathroom
stalls without toilet paper and I am not nearly as prepared as I thought I was.
How can I supply the world with toilet paper when I am down to just a few sheets
for myself.
(Has this analogy come to a useless end? Let me think a
minute while you look at pictures.)
Our little campsite in the Bubble.
The three girls who joined us in our Bubble at our campsite.
His Little Feet, a group of former orphans from around the world. I don't think they ever had the chance until now to live in the Bubble.
Only God can make a Bubble this big, filled with this many people all singing His praises.
I guess that even in the Bubble, manure will happen. And
outside of the Bubble the Sun can still shine. It truly does depend on what you
make of it.
