Sitting here wiping sweat from my forehead, watching “Deadliest Warrior” on Spike, drinking a Flying Dog In Heat Wheat (Good people drink good beer), and taking a trip down memory lane. We have been living out of boxes for 3 years, and we are going through them now. I am tired.
This blog is like my journals, it has been 15 months since my last entry. I wasn’t sure if I would even remember how to post. I can’t believe 15 months have passed since I last posted. Life rolls on. My hair has more gray. My dog smells more, and my son is 18 pounds.
Fifteen months ago we had no idea where we were headed. Seasons change, a year blows by. We get back to work. We make a baby. I have shoulder surgery. Winter gets long. It is March 2009, God, where is our life headed? What are we doing? I pray. I say to Linnea, what are we living for? Where is kindgom? Is this it? Winter in New England stretches on, I don’t use my snowshoes as much as I wanted to. My snowboard sits in the attic. My Bible sits on the nightstand. I work, Linnea is on leave. Business and the economy are tanking. I can’t sleep at night, I worry, I worry. I worry about stuff I can’t control, I worry about stuff I can control. I get tired. I get angry. I get anxious. I get depressed. What about God’s economy? How did my faith shrink so much with this baby? Is God still God? God, we need help. Do You even hear my prayers? Where do You want us?
I ask God, seriously, not the bs I normally pray, where do you want us? Within 24 hours I have an email from Jake Rodriguez which leads to our little family visiting Port Huron, Michigan. Jaron is 8 weeks old, we figure out how to fly with an infant, he does great.
We see Jake, and Rusty, and Ericka (Rusty’s new bride). We meet Matt Snyder, Kim, Andi, Caroline. We meet the Hindes. We hang out and talk. We get the current pulse of the World Race. We love the direction. We see God is doing amazing things.
We spend time with Michael and Kathy Hindes, God’s presence is felt, tangibly…that old familiar, uh, feeling. Truth is spoken, I recognize it. I have missed this. I have been hiding, gone to my quiet place, as Seth says. I am spiritually constipated, this loosens something up.
We are invited to training camp, where we have just come back from. Training camp was awesome. God was there, God moved, God healed. So much, so much, so much.
We listened to teachings by Ben Messner, Jimmy McCarty, and Mike Pascal. Worship led by Matt Snyder and Kim Daniels. Linnea is in tears all week, my heart says this is home, this is my tribe. These are the people I want Jaron to be around. This is kingdom. Where do we fit in this part of kingdom?
Jimmy runs an amazing camp, I have a great time with the guys. I have a great time hanging out with Seth and Rusty and Jake. We spend time with Lynnette again, we love her. So many familiar faces, family faces.
The week blows by too fast, we say good byes. We drive to the airport. We see Michael for a minute. We are on the plane, and then we are home, then we are back to work. I sit here now, listen to Jaron crying as he tries to poo (I had to fit that in, huh? Some things never change.).
Where do we go from here? We are planning on the next training camp. We tell God “yes”, where ever you lead, light our steps. You are God, almighty, all loving, all knowing. We have to trust you. We ask the people who read this, pray for us again, where is God leading us?
