Just moved back from Japan after 3 years. Still a surreal feeling. In about a week or so it will have been 2 months since we left. We miss all of our friends, our community, our routines, our stinky, janky apartment, hearing and speaking Japanese on a regular basis. We miss it all. But God has been faithful to keep us and He's never left our side. His love will stand firm throughout our lives. Right now we're planning on planting ourselves in Atlanta, but that could change in a moment. I need time.
For now, we're hunkered down on a cattle ranch (in-laws), and that has its perks and its obstacles. Kind of hard to start a media business trapped on 500 acres with no car. But I'll make the most of this time. To recover. To heal. To get back in the presence of God and process these past few years.
I don't know where this journey will take us. I'm just trying to make it through the day. Next week I go to see my Mom and visit my Dad's grave for the first time. Bittersweet. More bitter than sweet.
Great way to start my first blog post, right?
But I'm just being honest. This is who I am and where I am in my life right now. Life is a beautiful sad mess of experiences and raw emotions and these are the things we are so desperate to hide from others, but I'm realizing that these are the things that make us more indelibly human; God's people; pilgrims without a home, saints who suffer with our Lord.
These are the stories I'm eager and even desperate to capture. I want to tell real stories of real people who suffer and laugh and hate their jobs and love their families and have seen horrific injustice and have conquered the grave and have hope and who are afraid. That rawness of life embedded in the power of story is power made perfect in weakness. It reminds us of our broken humanity and empowers us to change and live differently - to live the lives we would dare to live.
So, here I am...at home...for now.