It's been a while, hasn't it?
I just looked at my saved drafts, and the last time I put one together was the end of the 2018 school year, looking forward to summer vacation. Now, being halfway through summer of 2019, I feel a little silly starting all over again.
But starting all over again is the name of the game. Seth is done with seminary. Our house is all but sold. The trailer is getting packed. And Boogaloo and I are in the process of purging the belongings that we don't need. A week from today, we will be heading west, slowly west. Seth does not at present have a call, though he has a couple of lookers. We are at a point of endless possibilities, or so I keep telling myself.
I find myself craving mountains and waterfalls. Michigan has waterfalls enough, I suppose. I haven't really had a chance to visit them. But mountains, towering rock cliffs, snow peaks on the horizon -- I didn't realize how much these were a part of my DNA until we started talking about going back to them. I have this odd ache right below my throat that says, "Take me west. Take me west. What are you waiting for?"
Well, we're waiting for all those interminable little details that come between here and there -- moving pod, cleaning house, signing papers, canceling utilities. I'd like to be profound about this. Half-baked connections to the Christian life are trying to come out through my fingers. But honestly, if I tried to make a metaphor now, I think I'd be doing both this life and the next a disservice. This life is more than just tedious necessities that stand between us and home. It is good and necessary work. Maybe that's how I need to start seeing this week, as good and necessary work. At any rate, I have boxes to load.
Hoping you all are well.
