No More Sleeps

A good friend, one who I missed very much these weeks at VST, taught me a saying. Whenever the end of our time together was coming he would count down the days with how many more nights we had left. 4 more sleeps, 3 more sleeps, 2 more sleeps...

This morning as I woke up I quietly said to myself, "no more sleeps." Today I travel home. I have missed my family, I miss my church, I miss my pets, I miss my bed, I miss the humidity. Yet, as I think about going home I think of all the wonderful people I'll be leaving behind and I begin to miss them as well.

I wrote this week of being settled down in God's love and letting God settle down in you. It's in that spirit I leave this place. Every one I've met, each relationship I have furthered or began has become one that is settled in my heart. I have shared in the spirit of all my brothers and sisters here, and I take a piece of them home with me. I'm sure our rivers will meet again, and when they do we will have more to share, more to talk about, and more to be in each other with. 


I also wrote this past week about being in the boat with Jesus as we go in and out of our lives. Tonight I jump back into my life, having shared a wonderful time of rest, work, and play with many faces of Christ. In the next few days we will all be in our lives, thinking back to these two weeks and recalling all the moments of laughter and crying together because we had found a place where we are accepted as we are, for the person we are. None of this, and none of you, will ever be forgotten.


So, fare well my summer dwelling place. To my home I say, I can't wait to be with you again.