I titled this post a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t have time to write it, but wanted to at least park the title as a means of, in a way, committing to its composition.

There were other titles that came to mind that particularly low day, but this was the most publicly acceptable one I could muster. So with Mozart, Brain Power in my ear, I feel a bit like David composing one of his Psalms (sort of… you‘ll have to read to the end). Not one of the pretty ones, rather, one of the messier ones.

I’m in a season where, while not entirely hopeless, I do hope less…

• If you don’t have time for a long post… I’d recommend reading it another time.
• If you do have time for a long post… make sure the coffee’s hot!

Let’s go!

I made allusion, last week, to the fact that I’ve got a longer post coming. There are some things I’m mulling over and haven’t quite gotten there yet… it’ll be a bit of a “shout to the wind” post and I want to be half-wise coherent.

It’s been a bit of a watershed year and a half or so (Missions, indeed the life of Faith, isn’t always a cake-walk) … and we’re not out of the woods as yet.

While I’m working my way through that though… let me share with you our Saturday. It was a wonderful, feel good day in many ways and one that did me a whole lot of good, even though it involved a whole lot of waiting.