Never Thought I’d Say It…

[I apologize for the fact that WordPress didn’t publish my post! Sorry to have kept you hanging!]

…but I am tired of all this traveling. And I am very happy to be here at home, in my parents’ living room, watching some dorky SciFi show while looking at the Colorado Non-Profit Association. It’s nice to be in one place for more than a week.

Last week I met with a man who works in the inner city of Pittsburgh. He works with youth and younger kids. We sat on the back patio, at a picnic table under a low hanging blue umbrella that htreatened to poke me in the eye when I sat down. There was construction going on, so we had a somewhat disjointed conversation in the beginning. At the end, he asked where I wanted to go next. I shrugged, almost nervously, but mostly just becuase I didn’t know what else to do. So I shrugged and said, “you know, right now, I think I just need to go home. I need to go home and sit, and pray, and think.”

He smiled, stood up from the table and handed me his card. “Of course, that makes sense. I’d have been more worried if you’d done the opposite.” He walked ahead and opened the heavy door to the large brick building that fits so perfectly in downtown PGH. He put his hand on my back as I walked in and made some more encouraging remarks. We laughed in the elevator, he introduced me to the office who were some of the funniest people I have ever met. And after he pushed a lot of information into my hands, he walked me back out to the elevator and sent me on my merry wand’ring way after telling me that God would work out whatever it is he wants.

And now I’m here. In Colorado. In the living room. And it’s freezing. We might get snow. There is white on the mountains when the clouds lift and the foothills make an appearance. It’s lovely.

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