Journals....

I am working my way through all my stuff and boxes and such, and there is a box full of journals. I was flipping through them and reading some of them to Gina and laughing at my own comments. Some entries are filled with devotion and hunger for God that almost shames me now and makes me ask, have I lost that? Others chronicle problems that sure seemed big at the time, but now are almost lost in memory.

But all have a flavor that slowly builds. Almost all these journals are from after my personal commitment to love and serve God when I was 18, and since then the slow crescendo has continued: missions. God's work around the world. There is the "evangelism" student leadership team when Miles was the pastor, applying to work in Ecuador with HCJB (that never really worked out), Guatemala and all its thoughts and meditations, meeting Claire, nursing school, reading the biography about Mercy Ships, on and on.

And here I stand on the edge of where I have been heading: about to step into another culture, but this time, it is as a career. The end of an era.

But really, isn't it the beginning? A new trajectory where building God's kingdom can be my main focus, whatever that looks like.

The Banquet Table

 


We had quite a feast last night- Granddad's 91st birthday, and Amy's sweet 16! It is good with everyone together, Jonathan down from San Francisco, David still in town. Reminds me how much Granddad has lived through as he talked about how he and his friends reacted to the news about Pearl Harbor (they were in town seeing a movie when they heard). They responded by enlisting. He was on the golf course when he heard Kennedy had been assasinated.

I think he liked his new hummingbird feeder and the rasberry wine I got him to drizzle over ice cream....