Last year on this day, March 11th, right around this time, I was standing on the roof of a clinic in a village in rural Haiti, using a borrowed phone to try and call home.
This morning, one year later, using terrible hotel wifi, I finally managed to place a Skype call from Spain back home to Portland.
It wasn't long after we were married that Amy was prophetically saying to me, "I know someday you are going to be traveling- I can tell that's what God is going to do." At the time, it sounded exciting...
This week, as my plane left the Portland airport on its way to Madrid, Spain, I began to wonder how those men and women who basically travel for a living do it. Each time I leave home lately- it feels as though it gets harder and harder. More and more of my heart is tied up in every little Janie smile, every new Josie word, every Jack hug and every Amy kiss.
But, as she predicted, God has been taking me places. A few weeks ago it was an incredible time at the Ecclesia Network National Gathering with some of our elders from Evergreen. This week, it's Christian Associate's Leadership Summit here in Europe, where I'm taking the time to connect with church planters and learn from some new streams and new relationships. In a few more weeks, to Richmond, VA to help teach a church planter's bootcamp with/for Ecclesia.
I love new places, I love to see new things- it stimulates my brain in ways that are so very needed. But sometimes, like today, I feel acutely that pang of missing out.
Seven years ago today my son Jack was born. I love him more than he can know- and am extremely proud of the boy he is becoming. His heart is becoming wonderfully soft and he's proving quicker than most I know to turn a corner after getting angry, to come and say he's sorry- often cooling down way before even his daddy! He's got a generous spirit, a quick mind, and a fun-loving nature that doesn't stop.
Jack- I wouldn't want any other boy but you! I love you, guy- Happy Birthday!
Daddy will be home soon.