The best part about being lost is finding familiar ground!
By: White Dove
After 5,000+ miles on my mobile vision quest, I'm visiting back home in Montana. It's been a few years since I hiked in these woods and a lot has changed. The cold crystal clear Vermillion River is braided and changes its course every few years. I didn't realize quite how much.
Scrambling through the thick brush, I began to remember how isolated it was, how barely anyone except an occasional log truck uses this part of the woods… how I've met moose, bears, and lions here before…. and suddenly the foliage seemed denser, taller, and a bit spookier. No cell service, of course, so my mind began to race… a little, you know?
Finally I pushed through some brush and did a little bit of rock climbing and ended up on familiar ground.
To the left, can you see the path I was following? It was more of a wild animal path, I think, because it meandered everywhere but where I thought I was going!
The best part was just being completely alone. Just trees and a dry river bed. A few stray thoughts of what I would do if it got dark flashed through my mind. Would I dare to close my eyes if I had to spend the night in the woods?
Emerging on to the gravel road I walked in the center, scanning the trees for lions, and paying attention to the thick brush, for bears. It was all so familiar. I felt like a ghost, the woman who used to live there. Her beloved road. But who I am today is a far different woman.
If you've read my stories about Fire, the gourmet horse, meeting up with a moose, or being stalked by a lion, it all took place in this forest. This is the same house where I brought my "bionic man" home to recuperate from his 10th spinal operation, up until the healing miracle that launched us on the road for three years of itinerant ministry.
One benefit of this mobile vision quest has been to revisit areas of great pain, and the wonder of it all is that God has been giving me closure and the peace I need to keep moving forward.
In a month it will get a bit crazy out in the woods. Bow hunters first, then rifles. Until Thanksgiving the woods will be dangerous, but right now it's peaceful.
Perhaps the greatest miracle of all is that my family is together, all of us in our own way working on the dream of a healing ranch. Another miracle is that I'm actually writing my book, "On the Way Home," which I thought has been over-due, but is actually right on time. God's timing is far different than ours!
For this part of my quest I'm taking walks through the woods, feeling like a ghost sometimes, and really, just being quiet.
The sun peeks through the haze of all the wildfire smoke but it's still beautiful, even though the magnificent Montana skies are milky these days.
Beauty and Truth walk hand-in-hand together. When we pursue what is beautiful and true it works like medicine in our souls.
I thought I'd share a little medicine with you today, by inviting you to begin your own soul quest. That is, to write your story from God's perspective.
What if you were to mentally or physically revisit the places of greatest pain in your past? That's where your greatest treasure lies, I promise.
Since beginning my own soul quest I've had the most amazing adventures! People show up in my path with just the right words. I've met my "tribe" – people just like me, on their own quests! We've shared our stories (the greatest gift!). We laugh our pain away.
You see, the greatest treasure of all is your own soul. When your soul is activated you are better equipped to live from the truest part of yourself. And that's when all the magic happens. You're no longer a victim, isolated in her pain, doubts, fears, worries and the pain of betrayal and abandonment. You are on the Royal Journey of Reigning as the King's Bride!
We're all just lost sheep helping each other to find our way Home, you know….
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With love,
White Dove
Hi, I’m White Dove. Yes, it’s my pen name, and it was given to me by a blind man who shyly whispered it to me in a Divine encounter. Yes, it’s my real picture… just an ordinary selfie.
I live with my family in the mountains, surrounded by ancient forests, pure streams, and mighty rivers… but I also travel quite a bit.
My kingdom career is a Heart Scribe. I love to write from God’s heart and have been recording His living Word for the past three decades. It’s brought me so much beauty, joy, peace, and happiness!
I love to inspire trauma survivors to write their life stories, unearthing the treasures of their past and sowing them into the future. We dip our pens in blood and write the pain away… as God has shown me how to do, in the company of supportive friends and family. We are writing ourselves into a better world, beginning with discovering our own original design recorded in the DNA of our soul, and it’s the most exciting place to be!
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A dear friend responded to this: "
There is so much here that resonates.
Yes home. Home. Home.
You are home.
The restlessness you feel is the dying of the ego.
The little voice of fear within is drowned in the silence of simply being at one with the vastness of the universe.
Yes the dry bones of the one who used to walk here. Tissue paper skin and dust of the one who used to be.
Gently fading in the glory of the one who is now complete and at peace in her solitude.
No longer lost.
At peace and at one."
AMEN, may it be so!