Keeping a journal in this format has been very good for me. I originally undertook the keeping of a blog so that the people who provide monetary and prayer support for my mission abroad could follow my journey, that we might all walk together. And we have been walking together. This morning at All Saints, my church home in Seattle, I was encouraged to continue observing, photographing, living and journaling about the life which God has prepared for me to participate in.
It is disorienting to be so completely without anchors or boundaries aside from those ascribed through the Bible. I have been invited to serve anywhere in the world, everywhere in the world, which is like being told to eat all or none of a priceless fine dessert. I can not remember a time in my life that I have enjoyed more than the life I’ve been blessed with over the past nine months. One of the reasons I have been able to so enjoy my life since choosing to serve is the innate knowledge that today will be better than the yesterday I will never again know. Blessings more magnificent than the smile from a happy person are poured out on me as I walk each day.
I spoke with Paul Oremland at church today. He asked me about what being home was like. I feel at home and homeless, happily homeless. I am a wanderer walking a stoneless path. I am placeless, my place is the path. Even I can not fully articulate God’s plan for me, but I know it is a beautiful plan. It is a plan where I get to smile at strangers, bridge through love, receive through service, and revel in the magnificence of the Creator’s love for us all.
Riding tall on the back of his father, my friend Jim Killet, Aiden knows how I feel. My father God has had me on His shoulders to aid in all of my times of reaching.
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