Pioneers, Pilgrims, and perspective

A few days ago we went to Plimouth plantation, a re-creation of the first settlement that came on the Mayflower.  Now I am not a history buff, so times and dates somewhat escape me, but the big rock says 1620.  I've grown up with stories about the pioneers, how they gave up so much to make their way out west, their struggles, and their strengths.  While I appreciated the legacy they left for their posterity I often struggled to feel a real connection, or to fully comprehend that strength they must have possessed to continue faithfully in their trials.

As we stood in Plimouth plantation, overlooking the vastness of the ocean I had such a deep sense of wonder over this colony - they gave up family or any comfort's they had in Europe for what?  Largely for the freedom to worship God according to the dictates of their own hearts.

Maybe we can't fully comprehend something until we need to, or until we are faced with something that ties us to another individual, present or past.  As I was thinking of the pilgrims, it led me back to the stories of the pioneers.  In some small sense I feel a kinship with them at this time.  I have embarked to take my family to an area we don't know, with little assistance from friends or family, to make (if you will) a new life.  As Lot's wife, I have been looking back quite a bit in the last few days, wishing for the house I used to have, the friends I used to have etc... As I stood looking out over a small colony overlooking the ocean,


contemplating what these brave men, women and children did for their God, I gained a greater perspective for my own life.  I was humbled to think, that while yes I am embarking into new territory, I am doing so with the comforts of life all around me.  I do not have a cow in my backyard during the heat of summer, muck in the streets or lack of any kind of coolant to keep my food.  I have a beautiful home, loving family and friends that are just an electronic wire away, and most important the love and assurance of the Lord.

I was grateful for the trip to Plimouth to remind me, that I am not alone, others have embarked on pioneering adventures before me and if I continue on in Faith, I need not look back as Lot's wife, but look forward with a steadfast fast in Christ, and all will be well.