Always On The Move

Packing up to go back to school in less than a week.

I love it there. So many adventures with great people, living in a tight-knit community with others and always going, going, going.

But I love it here too. Life is slower, less complicated. There's community here too, smaller yet more intimate.

Divided between two families.

This is my fourth year doing this and you would think it would get easier but I don't think it ever will until we get to heaven.

Then, I can't wait for the epic potluck and family reunion that will happen.

But until then, I'll keep searching for a place to call home.

My favorite spot in my current home:

Sleeping in a hammock because my bed is cluttered with college things,

surrounded by books and art.

What Heaven Is Going To Be Like

A few years ago, I worked as a counselor at a summer camp near my hometown. While at camp, I found my best friend in the camp director's son, an imaginative 5 year old whom we all called Muff (his older sister nicknamed him "Muffin" but we shortened it to Muff to make it sound tougher). One of my favorite parts of the summer was finding him during my free time to play "Cowboys and Indians" or any other imaginative game that involved in him shooting me. Note: I die spectacular deaths. Muff even created a Pookie dance for me every time I came around and it's fair to say that Muff is one of my favorite people I've ever met.

Anyway, my sister is working again this year at the camp and frequently sees Muff on an everyday basis. This afternoon she sent me the following text, proving that Muff is one of the greatest children I have ever met:

"I asked Muff what he thought we'd do in heaven & he said he wanted to watch the Chronicles of Narnia movies with C.S. Lewis and talk to him about it"

This is possibly the best idea I've ever heard.