Wow...this much later, eh?

Ok, so the last time I posted one of these things on this particular blog was June...let's remember what I was doing in June...I believe there is a picture of me with a group from Warren Willis camp in Florida. Ahh camp. I miss camp...and June. I sit here at my desk, in a whole new place (compared to June), and look up at the pictures in front of me: my best friend's daughter, another's wedding party, Wendy's graduation picture, Howard and I when we were around 10 with our thumbs in the air, my pastor and I at my last high school softball game, and Mere and I at a party in college. If you look around my apartment there are pictures everywhere. From childhood, from high school, from college, and mostly family throughout. For some reason this is what I'm thinking about right now. I suppose it is because this morning I got off a plane here in Louisville, after a two week trip to the Holy Land, and my mind is everywhere. Maybe because through all these pictures and the pictures to come the constant will be God. Places have changed. I no longer get to see my family every day, or the youth group perform their various talents. But nonetheless, they are here, just like God is here and was there with me in Israel and Palestine. To some it is hard to believe, but yes.

I'm trying to stay awake so that I can get back onto eastern standard time, but nothing I need to do is getting done. So my friends invite me over, and I seem to just want to try to go to bed. Marie said it, and immediately I knew it was true: "you're a little depressed, and that's ok." And the more I think about it, the more I know that she is right. So what is it that I need to reflect on? The fact that I walked where Jesus himself walked? That I stood where he gave his sermon on the mount? That I stood in the waters of the Sea of Galilee, or floated in the Dead Sea? Mix all this in with needing to get Field Ed. papers turned in, meet with my f.e. supervisor, study for two days straight for a biblical content exam that I haven't had 3/4 of the classes for yet, and trying to get my feet back, steady on the ground. Shoo.

Shalom. Shalom. Shalom. Easier said than done, but not done without saying.