Sedona Arizona Camping

My plans this past month and a half was to take some time for myself and travel. I faced a few interesting challenges that put a stop to my plans.

This morning, I packed my car for a camping trip. Usually, I pack two days ahead, but I was so certain I was going to get a flat tire or have some other car trouble that I waited until the last minute.
After loading the car, I pointed her north toward Sedona and drove.

There was no check-engine light, no tire light, and no mysterious noises, just a peaceful drive - except for Phoenix, because anyone who has driven through Phoenix knows there’s nothing peaceful about Phoenix driving.

When I arrived at my campsite at Dead Horse Ranch, where I’ll spend the next three nights, the sky was beautiful, a high desert blend of blue skies and fluffy white clouds.

I pulled into my campsite, which overlooks the city of Cottonwood, and started the process of setting up my tent.

In a matter of seconds, it seemed the white clouds became gray, then black, and a thunderstorm blew in.
It’s monsoon season, so storms arrive quickly and sometimes fiercely. There is rolling thunder, lightning, torrential rain, and then, almost as quickly as it came, it’s gone.

The storm arrived at the beginning of my setup, and by the time I finished setting up camp, I watched it roll away.

Once my tent was standing, I put some heavy things inside in case the wind got ideas.

Standing by my car and looking at my tent, something shifted in me.

Maybe this is what faith looks like, accepting what is, trusting God, and being willing to see what comes next.

Right now, I’m sitting in my little chair with a near beer and a good book, watching the next storm move in.

And I’m perfectly content to see what happens.