Would you hold a live crocodile in your bare hands?
Would it help if you knew that you’re doing this so that the reptile can be measured and marked, so you can weigh it, name it and extract DNA from it, so the info can go into a database and when that very same crocodile is caught again in a year or ten, researchers would know exactly where this reptile had been before?
I didn’t think I’d ever say yes to that, however noble the purpose might be.
Granted, every single time I went kayaking in Belize—which was often, as I lived on a canal that connected to a large lagoon where I would go watch the sunset whenever I so desired—every single time I was on the water, I’d wish I’d see a crocodile. And I’d hope I wouldn’t.
It’s kind of like the time in college when I did a 5-day hike in a forest in South Africa, a place where elephants roam. Every day as I put my pack on my back, I’d ask God to please let us see some elephants that day. And please not. Because African elephants aren’t anything like Asian elephants, the ones you might be used to seeing in pictures with folks riding on their backs or doing un-elephant-like tricks like painting and playing soccer. Those are Asian elephants. They’re smaller than their African cousins, and they have an entirely different temperament.
So, back to the croc, I was holding, and the ones I was extracting DNA from: Those are not the equivalent of a docile, baby Asian elephant, all cute and clumsy. These little guys were feisty! And their teeth? While they won’t take off a finger, they can cut! Which is why the croc researchers put tape around the creatures’ mouths—for the protection of the humans involved. They also tape shut the eyes, but that’s for the protection of the reptile, to keep it calm and keep its body from secreting lactic acid due to stress. Because causing unnecessary stress like that would lead to the opposite of crocodile conservation.
Doing things that scare me in a good way like this, is invigorating to me! Not just so I can say I had done it, but for what I learn in the process.
In exchange for sacrificing several hours of sleep that night, I learned a ton about crocodilians! I learned that Belize has two kinds—American crocodiles, which are mostly found along the coast, and Morelet’s, which are mostly found inland, in fresh water. But since I lived on a peninsula and the lagoon had brackish water, the crocodilians in the area could be either, and sometimes they were a cross between the two species.
That night, I learned how to distinguish between the types based upon the markings on the underside of their tails. I got to feel how incredibly soft the soles of their feet are. And I learned how to tag a crocodile with a specific numbering system where you cut off scales on their tails, scales that never grow back. Hence, if researchers were to capture the same crocodile several years later, they’d be able to look up the number in a database and learn about its age that way, and its movements, about its growth, and more.
My point is not to teach you about crocodile conservation, though I find it fascinating. My point is that it’s so easy to allow our fears to get in the way of embracing epic adventures.
I’ll bet there are other opportunities you and I turn our backs on, listing a plethora of excuses. This could include:
choosing not to invite new friends over for dinner because …
choosing not to join a small group at church because …
choosing not to ask God for what we really desire because …
choosing not to …
Our circumstances might be different, but ultimately, you and I face choices every single day. How we choose to respond to those determines the stories we get to tell,
of the day we said yes to meeting someone for coffee and …
of the time we said yes when God invited us to …
It was months after my crocodile adventure that I read A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, and thought again about the question of what sort of story I’d like to tell with my life.
You, my friend, get to tell a story with your life based on the choices you make.
My invitation to you is this: to do some of the things you’ve been wanting to do—or the things you’ve been putting off doing…
Will you accept this invitation?
Tell us about it here, or hop over to our Facebook page and let us in on what you choose to do today! Or if the thing you chose to do wasn’t as easy or as fun or just not what you had hoped it would be, tell us how you choose to respond, what the next thing is that you’re choosing to do.
(If you want to learn more about the first invitation, click here.)
Are you in? Please let me know so I can cheer you on!
The Blue Thread Life is
all about experiencing God
as an epic adventure.
The Blue Thread Life is about connecting your faith with your life. It’s seeing how God uses your unique detours to lead you to a place that you would’ve never imagined.
Essentially, my invitation to you is to learn to look at life and at faith in a fresh way, to see the wonder of God in the things and people around you, or to see God’s presence in the events of your life.
Granted, you may see photos of places where I’ve lived and think, That’s easy for you to say. Look at your surroundings! Truth be told, while the photo at the top of this post was taken one morning on short walk from my home at the time, the Blue Thread Life is about more than just beautiful sunrises and sunsets. There are many things behind the lens you don’t see, things that make life in a beautiful place like where I took the photo challenging—really challenging.
Challenges you will have. But when you look back, you should be able to see the Blue Thread of God’s presence throughout those. And when you look, you should be able to see how he has woven events and lives and choices together into a beautiful tapestry.
As part of my invitation to you to this Blue Thread Life adventure, I’ll be posting invitations. If you choose to accept these, don’t just think about it. Please tell us in the comments below! Ready?
For one month, keep a simple gratitude journal. List at least 5 things you’re grateful for each day, ways in which you noticed God’s Blue Thread in your day. (If you miss a day or two, please don’t let that keep you from picking it back up!)
Tell your fellow Blue Thread Life adventurers what you’ve seen, experienced, or learned by using #bluethreadlife as a hashtag when you post insights or pictures elsewhere.
“Perhaps I should have paid closer attention to what other travelers had written,” I thought as I carefully stepped over thick mud along the trail. My bags were cutting into my shoulders. “There has to be an easier way than this.”
There was, but I would discover that long after I had reached the camp with its quaint cabins overlooking the Macal River.
No-one else was at camp. Not a single traveler. No staff, either. Just me, trees full of birds, like the motmot, which reminded me of the lilac-breasted rollers of Africa, but bigger. They have a tuft at the end of their tails, like a tiny badminton racquet, as if God decided, “Hold on. Let me add a little more flair to you, you biggish burrowing bird!”
I chuckled at the thought that all the staff and guests may have been raptured, but the camp looked far too neat for something that abrupt. Clearly, hanging around the Macal River Camp mid-afternoon is not the thing to do. There are jungles to be explored. Rivers to be canoed. Human remains to behold in ancient Mayan caves.
So I did what any lone traveler happening upon an empty camp might do: I claimed a cabin for myself. I lugged my luggage upstairs and made myself at home in a hammock so I could read.
Please understand: I don’t typically just barge into places and put a stake down for where I choose to sleep, but knowing that I had pre-paid for one of these cabins for two nights, and seeing that several of the cabins along the river looked exactly the same, I figured it wouldn’t be an issue.
Traveling with so much luggage isn’t typical of me, either. This summer, I set off to the US for a month and took only two pieces of carry-on luggage. But I was coming to the jungle for three days, to a camp that doesn’t have electricity.
So I thought I might need a small cooler bag with refreshments. And binoculars. Plus my computer (so I could do what I had come here to do: write.) Then some backup chargers for my devices (I didn’t know they do have solar-powered charging stations at the camp).
I also had some books with me. Plus somewhat-protective gear for traipsing through a jungle at night. And my own pillow—which I could have left at home as the pillows at the camp were perfectly fine. But I didn’t know that when I packed. And having traveled much, I know when it comes to budget accommodation, the pillows can be rock hard.
Hence, when I found myself at a spot with signs making it clear that visitors weren’t allowed to drive their vehicles past that point, I parked the car, took up my burden, and hiked.
Judging by the trenches in the hardened mud along the trail, I concluded it probably was wise that I didn’t ignore the signs. The main road probably was equally bad. (Turns out, while it might not be as bad, you do need 4WD to get up and down that route.)
The staff did show up after a while. They were surprised to find me at the camp, as guests are expected to check in at the “wildly civilized” resort from where you and your luggage will be transported to the down-to-earth part of the property: the river camp.
But that, I didn’t know. So, when I reached a fork in the road with an arrow pointing to Macal River Camp, I turned toward the camp where my reservation was.
I did wonder, though, if it’s the right choice, so I pulled over at the stables along my route to inquire whether I should turn back to do what my gut told me to do, or not. “No, you can keep going!” a friendly, horse-washing staff member told me. He must have misunderstood my question. Hence, my hike.
But I made it to camp in one piece and at peace, and as it turns out, I had picked the very cabin that had been assigned to me! The manager offered to drive me to the main lodge so I could check in, or I could hike down a 12-minute trail to check in at the main resort.
Nah. Hike, I would. I took the trail which was in far better shape than the one that had brought me from the car to the camp. Plus, without the load, I could enjoy the jungle.
I saw a pair of lineated woodpeckers. As the second largest of the North American woodpeckers, I’ll bet these birds could peck a hole through a concrete wall! OK, not quite. But I’d not like it if they took up residence around my woodpecker-bait house. (Listen to their call here.) I also saw a tiny, hooded warbler.
And I found the spa after checking in. Why not end my day’s journey by laying prone on a table overlooking a lush valley while a kind mestizo woman kneaded the muscles on my back like a pastry chef kneading bread? I couldn’t think of a reason not to do that, either.
A kinkajou did acrobatics in the tree outside my cabin, gently rustling the branches. And sporadically throughout the night, boisterous “>howler monkeys declared ownership of their piece of the jungle. Obnoxious as their sound can be, I found myself smiling as I woke up time and again, thankful for the experience, thankful for the gift of being able to drive just a few hours north of where I live and explore the jungles, thankful for the fact that I am not afraid of exploring on my own, thankful for God’s peaceful presence along these journeys.
How about you?
How about you? Do you like to explore? Or do you prefer the safety of well-known paths? Who do you like to explore with? Share some of your adventures in the comments, and if you post photos of your explorations on Instagram—even simple adventures would do—please add #bluethreadlife to your hashtags. Any photos tagged as such will appear to the feed on this blog.
If you’re interested in a trip to the jungles of Belize, whether to canoe along the rivers, do bird watching, or visit some of the Mayan ruins, Chaa Creek is a great destination! There are several other resorts in the area, but this one’s my favorite so far. And while you certainly can stay at the main lodge, staying at the casitas is significantly less pricey. You can avail of any of the facilities of the main lodge.
Included for free during your stay at the camp?
breakfast and dinner—great, home-made food, including gluten-free meals
early morning guided bird watching
transport between the camp and the lodge, should you not wish to make the 12-minute hike along the trail
use of their canoes and safety gear
use of the infinity pool
free entrance to the butterfly farm and the history center
free WiFi access at the main lodge (not at the camp)
Chaa Creek is about a 2-hour drive from Belize City, and the resort has a shuttle service. If you decide to go, drop me a note and I’ll share a code that will get you discount and free upgrades, when available!
“You singles out there, go to the lobby and just find someone to marry.”
Someone whom I knew and respected actually said that at a meeting I attended a few years ago. I wish I were kidding.
It wasn’t a meeting about marriage or singleness. It wasn’t part of some crazy dare, either. Instead, we were at a regular work event, and the comment had nothing to do with the leadership issues being discussed.
As if being an effective leader required having a spouse by your side. As if that’s how you’d find a great spouse. As if being married to just anyone—even if you had to go find him or her in a hotel lobby—was the key to happiness.
As if being happily single was not an option.(more…)
Good granola is like a party in a bowl. Bad granola? It’s closer to cardboard.
In Thailand, I learned to make my own granola—the type that qualifies for the “party in a bowl” description. Not that granola is a Thai thing. I just happened to have some missionary friends who were great at making the very best granola—far better than any store-bought version I’ve ever had—so I learned from them.
Since then, I had learned that I am gluten-intolerant, so making my own favorite breakfast food became a necessity. Why? (more…)