We miss what we have again

I hope yours has been a blessed week. I know mine has. Have you ever noticed that you don’t really realize how much you miss something until you have it again? This happened to me twice this week. We had not had groups around here for three weeks, then this weekend we did. I didn’t realize how much I missed having groups. They are the reason we work here and I missed serving them. Secondly we had a huge snow storm Tuesday. I didn’t realize how much I missed snow. It was awesome. Of course, I had to travel to Albuquerque during the storm, which made things interesting, but I still realized how much I missed snow.

I hope you are getting excited for this summer. I am. It promises to be great. Something happens every May. Summer staff arrives and Bonita Park as a community realizes how much we missed you. You are the life of Bonita Park. You bring joy and new life to an exciting ministry.

I leave you with the closing words from one of my two favorite books, Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts, “For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. Think. Act. Feel. Add our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and drain the world. Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love: the passionate search for a truth other than our own. With longing: the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on. God help us. God forgive us. We live on.”