I'm back home after a week in California -- I was mostly there for business, but got to see some old friends and have a little fun, too.
It's kind of weird to visit a place that I once called "home", but while there to feel a very long way from home. My wife went with me, and even though she was born and raised in California, she commented on the return flight, as our plane touched down in Nashville, "It's good to be home."
That may not sound like much, but you have to understand that we moved here to Nashville a little over a year ago, completely without a real plan, and with no idea whether things would work out or not. We left behind a secure and comfortable situation, and honestly didn't know if we were making a good decision or a huge mistake. I wish I had some neat story like "We felt led by the Spirit" or something, but I don't. We just had restless souls that felt like we no longer wanted to stay where we were, and decided to set out and see where we ended up. I do feel like we ended up where we were "supposed to be", but in saying that, I also wonder if that would have been true wherever we chose, as long as we were "seeking first the Kingdom of God" -- which hopefully we are, though in a sort of clumsy and imperfect way.
Now that I'm back, I feel a little out of touch -- I didn't get a chance to read
my favorite blogs while I was gone. And as I pretty much expected, I have returned to a mountain of unread new entries at each blog. So off I go to try and catch up...
