Today I hugged my brother and wished him well as he heads out for a winter road trip up the coast and through the Northwest. First stop... FRESNO! So maybe the first leg isn't technically up the coast, but you gotta go where your friends are.
What is it about the journey that can be so healing... freeing... and theraputic? I sit in my suburban office, several yards away from my suburban house, thinking about my three kids, the mini-van, and the 24 season one disc two I viewed last night, and can't help but think... THERE HAS GOT TO BE MORE TO LIFE THEN THIS!
Don't get me wrong. God has blessed me and my family in unimaginable ways. I am constantly amazed that God has chosen us to be part of His extra ordinary, super natural, redemptive work of letting His Kingdom come. I love my wife. I love my kids. I love the students and church that God has called me to serve. But sometimes I wonder. Where is the adventure? Where are the new faces? New Places? Different voices?
To the one on the road, and also to the one "planted" by the river, may we both see God in fresh new ways. May we find rest in the beauty of creation and the mystery of the creator. May we find strength and grace as we search for our place in His Kingdom, and love one another and others along the way. Shalom