Welcome Home...

... Who knew, but this week was simply necessary. What began as an unplanned, purely fun, spontaneous road trip of sorts ended, for me, as... well... to be honest I can't explain how it ended... but it is very, very good... and I wasn't even looking for it.

Old memories are good. Old friends are better. When you can go years without talking to someone and feel as if there was no lapse in time when you pick up the phone, that's a real friend. I love the reminder that life goes on... and God provides...

New memories are good. New friends are better. Especially the ones that take care of your fish and trash cans and hang rubber bats in your kitchen window while you are on vacation! Yet another reminder that life goes on... and God provides...

Old ministry is good. May we never, ever forget it. May we never, ever forget the people God placed in our paths for a time, and may we always be just a phone call or a chat message away (but forget the texting, I am hopeless)...

New ministry is good. May we never, ever forget it. May we embrace the people that God has placed in our paths now, and may we open the door when they knock (even at midnight)...

Faith My Eyes
by: Caedmon's Call

As I survey the ground for ants
Looking for a place to sit and read
I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown
And how they're much like this concrete
That's warm beneath my feet
And how I'm all wrapped up in my mother's face
With a touch of my father just up around the eyes
And the sound of my brother's laugh
But more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives

But if I must go
Things I trust will be better off without me
But I don't want to know
Life is better off a mystery

So keep'em coming these lines on the road
And keep me responsible be it a light or heavy load
And keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes

Hometown weather is on TV
I imagine the lives of the people living there
And I'm curious if they imagine me
They just wanna leave
I wish that I could stay

And to visit places from my past
But only for an hour or so
Which is long enough to smell the air
To tell the tale and find the door
*I am completely confused about the above verse. I don't ever remember seeing it before
tonight, and I certainly can't find anywhere on-line to hear it. There is no way to possibly
explain how bizarre this is, but I am not surprised... just amazed*

But I get turned around
I mistake my happiness for blessing
But I'm blessed as the poor
Still I judge success by how I'm dressing

So keep'em coming these lines on the road
And keep me responsible be it a light or heavy load
And keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes

So I'll sing a song of my hometown
I'll breathe the air and walk the streets
Maybe find a place to sit and read
With these ants as welcome company

So keep'em coming these lines on the road
And keep me responsible be it a light or heavy load
And keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes

And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes

For the very first time, this is home to me...

Lisa