I am packing.
I am moving away, once again, from my home and life in Nashville.
I do not plan to be gone long, just under 5 months to pursue a job at an adventure tour company up in Ketchikan, Alaska.
But as I pack up my camping gear, clothes, books, paperwork, and et al (I still do not own much post-Race), I am packing up my emotions and worries. For as much as I look forward to this adventure and opportunity to invest in the local churches in Ketchikan, I cannot help but feel the weight of this move.
Last year, I missed a few friends' weddings, but this year, I will be missing three births.
Which reminds me–isn't life all about birth? Even though I will miss three little ones at the beginning of their lives, I can no longer look around me without seeing a daily birth, be it of friendships, companies, passions, love, hyacinths, churches, ideas.
So as I depart (although I hope to return in October), as I pack, I know that I will miss the lives and births of those I love here, but I look forward to being a part of the lives and births of new friendships, ideas, passions, and anything else God has in store for me. I look forward to meeting not only my colleagues and locals, but I look forward to meeting God in a new and renewed way in the mountains, on the sea, in the woods, and in the homes and churches of the United States' 49th state.
I must ask, where do you see birth in your life?
