By Reverend Sherri L. Board, M.A.
This past summer, I climbed in my motor home and rode in it from Southern California to the southernmost part of Alaska accessible by vehicle and back home again, over nine thousand miles.
When I left my home, I was highly stressed-out as I had been working on launching my website, www.mytruetemperament.com, and on obtaining my PhD. To be honest, my soul—my mind, will, and emotions, didn’t want to go. After all, I was starting my counseling practice and acquiring knowledge to help heal adult survivors of childhood abuse (ASOCA). My soul was set on helping the ASOCA. It wanted nothing more.
But off I went.
The further north I traveled the more my connections to my work and school fell away. I had no TV reception, no phone service, and by the time I arrived in Homer, Alaska, I had no Wi-Fi service. And, while I was totally disconnected from the technologies of this world, I reconnected with something far greater. God.
He was everywhere, in the ice calving off the edges of the glaciers, in the water burbling out of the sides of the mountains, in the fur of grizzly bears swaying in the wind.
Being submerged in nature was a healing balm, a healing ointment, for my soul. When I feel myself becoming stressed again, I’ll go back to my memories of Alaska while reflecting on Psalm 145:5, “They speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty—and I will meditate on your wonderful works” (LASB).