I spent WAY more time at my parent’s today than I intended. I knew this “switch” to a Mac was stressful to them, and I wanted to minimize their obstacles. So when my mom asked if I could stay until my dad came home, I said, of course!
I even waited for dad to get home from work so I could show him
He got home late, and then wanted to eat something before looking at the computer.
I had a moment of frustration while talking with my dad over dinner. I had the thought, “I planned on being home 2 hours ago! Grrr!”
Then snapped out of it and thought, “Wait a minute…this is awesome! I’m totally having a great time with my dad. This is the good stuff. Relax.”
So I joyfully spent all night setting up and showing my parents their new computer.
I didn’t leave there until after 11. It was a wonderful day.
A friend said she admired my dedication to Burning Man.
And while flattering, it sounded odd when i read it. I donâ€™t feel like I do anything Burning Man-related out of a sense of dedication.
It is less of a choice.
It pulls me like a magnet.
It occurred to me today, that perhaps sharing Burning Man’s lessons is my, dare I say it, â€œcalling?â€
My Grandpa would talk about feeling the call to serve Christ when he was college-aged.
Maybe that is why he was so supportive of my relationship to Burning Man. He knew what I was feeling. He saw that my calling was the same as his – adapted to a new day.
The parables are simply about dust storms instead of red seas.