I began to occasionally journal in my last year in high school. One of my professors challenged us to keep a log of lessons we learned as we took his, bible and ethics class. Although not very regularly, I kept a journal to this day. Here is an entry from last week:
It's 9:45 p.m. We are
moving into spring in only one week. Today temperatures reached 95 degrees.
Forecast tells us it will be a hot summer. Farmers are worried; prices are at a
two-year low.
“I finish my day tired. I was very busy today.
I just helped Nancy put Anahi and Nicole down to bed. We packed Mark's bag for
a weekend camp. After getting the kids out the door to school this morning, I
spent about 3 hours networking on Skype, and 4 hours with unscheduled guests,
attending the cable repair man, crawling into my ceiling to connect some
cables. I worked on some papers and forms on the computer, and studied some for
my exegesis course, which I teach in two days. The internet went out two times for
approximately 1 hour. And there was a 10-minute power outage, as well.” (From
my journal today)
It helps to share a
day in my new life. I would love to sit down with you (family member, personal
supporter, prayer warrior, or friend) and drink a cup of tea and catch up. I am
sure you have a lot going on and much to share, as well. I would love to hear
about it and connect in that way. But we both know this is impossible right
now.
I find myself in a new
season that is gradually unfolding. There are new responsibilities, new
schedules—in a way, I am re-engineering life and dreaming new dreams. I know I
need to be brief. You are busy, and I should get to bed soon.
Anyway, thanks for
being there during these last years—many of you since Julie and I crossed the
Paraguayan border in our Chevy Suburban in November 2002. It’s been a quite a
journey, to put it mildly.
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