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.