When I was living abroad, I would make posts to this blog about 6 days a week. Now that I am home I only make posts once every two weeks or so. I isn’t that I lack a routine here in Seattle, its that my routine doesn’t allot time for this form of creative expression. When I lived in Albania I was supported by a dozen-or-so people from my life in the States and I felt accountable to them in a way that compelled me to explain my days and the journey that God had me on. Since arriving back home that journey feels less directed and more haphazard. There are signs, however, that the direction has always been there.
Today is Sunday, church day. Today will be the fourth day that my small group and I are meeting at The Garage on Capitol Hill to simply have guy time. Yesterday at the All Saints Church work day our group comprised roughly half of the volunteers who gave their time away to improve the church facility. It was the first time that Alex, a man I met in Marseilles, came to our church. He has been a friend to me from our first introduction and I felt really honored to have him volunteer with us. Also there from our group was Cody, Sam and Sam’s wife Dana.
And so, now, while I am not on a mission trip, I am being directed and called by God to serve and to celebrate community and service with the people I love for the people He loves.
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