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Vacations and re entry



I, for some reason, always have a hard time re-acclimating myself to day to day life when returning from visits. It takes me a good week of recovery. I'm thankful that my job isn't so demanding that it's difficult to take that kind of time. I often think about that story of the African tribes people that stopped on the side of the road so that their souls could catch up with them. That's me.

I also think that part of my soul is still in Hawaii. It got lodged there the first time we went six years ago. I left more of it there with this recent trip.




Probably sitting on some lani on the big island wondering when I will come back and join myself together.

Life does go on here in the present, even with a broken soul. And as proof to that we have added a new member to our family.




Meet Pumpkin. We got her from the Humane Society, unlike our kitty, Tinkerbell, who was at the shelter for three months, this little girl was only there for a week and a half. There haven't been any fights yet, but also no loving either. Tinkerbell, is showing general disdain for me, the one that she generally loves on. I have to remind myself that even though I gave up something good, I may be getting something even better in return. That's always hard to remember.

I need to keep that in mind about Hawaii, too. As good as Hawaii was in those moments, close to those that I love, in a location that was a delight for all the senses, I have something even greater in store in this moment in this place. God is good and has far better plans than I do any given day of the week.

So I'm off to explore my own life for the greatness of God. See where He is and go join him for the best adventure yet!

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