happy to be spending time in the city where I feel most at home in America. This is where I went to college, where I became independent, where I worked my first "real" job, where I met and fell in love with Gil, where we started our lives together, where we learned how to do ministry. So many wonderful memories here.
humbled by the generosity and hospitality of others. Our friends at FCC are blessing us exceedingly, abundantly by the love they are lavishing on us. How blessed we are!
basking in the warmth of fellowship with old friends. I love to watch my kids play with other kids, I love to see the joy that eminates from FCC Life Groups, I love the hours of deep conversation with people who have known us for 10 years.
wistful because I know it won't last, lonely because even though we have been welcomed home with open arms, I know we aren't really a part of each other's lives again.
still missing the life we left behind....hearing about the events at HOPAC and all the things we are missing out on...
and wishing so desperately that somehow we could live