From the Helm – Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Been home a week, today.  Still in the process of seeing where the dust has settled.  It’s been a slow process.

It seems almost surreal as I’ve walked through these days.  There’ve been some changes all around and yet, all remains the same.  It’s made me aware of how fortunate I am to have been able to step away to a different place with a different set of circumstances for a while – to know there’s another world beyond my own petty needs and wants.

- I’m grateful God has allowed me what He’s allowed me.  Through any difficulties, He’s been faithful to provide peace and contentment.  Through all the little thrills along the way, He’s reminded me to be appreciative of such moments.  He’s truly what He says He is.  Dependant upon my seeking His will for each step I take, He’s the answer to any doubt that may arise along the way.  I’m grateful there’s absolutely nothing I must figure out on my own.

- This has been a blessed summer.  The trips were phenomenal – the people I was blessed to meet along the way, inspiring.  We were able to travel new waters, resulting in new relationships in the Valley – Relationships that have enriched my life and humbled my soul.  I’m grateful for it all.

-  The Alabama team has cancelled their September departure.  Although it’s somewhat disappointing, I know the reasons for my calendar being so cleared will become obvious as the days unfold.  When the time comes for us to explore the Araria River, we will do so.  For now, I know God has other plans of which I need no immediate clues – just knowledge of today’s deal will suffice…

- The way it looks now, my schedule is rather full over the next weeks.  Finances are rather thready.  I look to God’s direction along these lines.  Many have contributed in beautiful ways; others have found it not possible to participate.  I know things are just the way they should be – I’ve done what I’ve felt led to do along these lines.  I make myself available to His leading to do anything, anywhere.  There are no mountains to climb and no depths to endure – just the walk along the way as He reveals the path.

It’s good to be home.  The Boys are enjoying the company of their more delicate counterparts.  It’s been fun to see the sparkles in their collective eyes.  I know they’re also grateful their mother’s here for awhile.  She’ll keep things a bit more livable around this old bachelor’s pad of ours.

Well, this Thursday has dawned.  I look forward to the hours as they unfold.  I look forward to it all, indeed…