Blessed

We’re back in town. And it feels good but… surreal. We spent the day sleeping in (me, 7:30; Chickpea, 10:45), devouring BBQ for lunch, having an unusually-productive “family meeting” during Chick’s nap, feasting on cheap Tex-Mex for dinner, and then scouring the town for Christmas lights. Only most the lights we enjoyed were the tail lights in lanes of traffic as we (unsuccessfully) maneuvered toward the Zilker Tree, and strolled disappointedly down 37th Street - they really don’t have many lights out this year. Oh well - familiarity is still comforting, in its own traffic-ridden way.

This is the warmest weather we’ve seen in six weeks, although Austin welcomed a cold front last night. Both Kabob and I admitted to not really feeling the “Christmas spirit” this year, and we’re sure it has to do with not having a place of our own, to see the ornaments that drift us back to our honeymoon or to Greece, and to not really be getting many Christmas cards like we usually do (though I can’t blame anybody… where would you address it? (you can ask, if you want, by the way)). We’ve been on the road so much that we can’t think straight (What day is it? Which time zone are we in?), so the holiday season has pretty much been a blur.

But that doesn’t mean we haven’t been blessed. We really have. Oh, have we been blessed. In the past 11 and a half weeks, we’ve experienced four-foot snowbanks, a balmy day at the beach, and everything in between. And those have all been side effects to the nitty-gritty blessing of sharing life with some exceptional people - those who want to partner with us (check out the thermometer on the right, by the way!), and those who are walking the same path with us. We are hand-in-hand with some wonderful brothers and sisters, and my heart swells when I think of the myriad of folks heading out in the next few months, to all over the world - quite literally. We are blessed to be part of such a fellowship.

But even more, we are blessed with our simple calling. Not a day goes by when either Kabob or I comment, “Man, I can’t imagine doing anything else with our life,” and the other nods in agreement. We are so, so blessed - humbled, really - at this privilege that only comes from the Author of life. And we share it with so many of you, who have decided that the Father is indeed calling you to play a part in this great adventure. Thanks for that.

So I’ll end this evening sharing this great post from a woman doing something similar with her life. Do you read her blog? You should. It will open your eyes and bless your heart.

Alright, off to snuggle on the couch watching Scrubs, and then it’s bedtime for me. Over and out.