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family

Grounded

According to Tripit, my travel tally for 2011 looks like this:

2011
Trips 3
Days 18
Distance 9,959 mi
Cities 18
Countries 1

That’s as of February 2nd.

And it doesn’t include all of the cities I’ve been to… just the places I’ve spent the night.

The first 33 days of 2011 have been a total whirlwind. This was something I did intentionally to try to get as much done before the baby arrives so I won’t have any pressure to go anywhere. Anyone who knows me knows that I push myself 10 times harder than anyone could possibly push myself.

33 days into 2011. 18 days on the road. 15 days at home.

Yesterday, waiting for my bags in San Diego I habitually popped open Tripit, my app and travel companion. (Because it always tells me where to go and what to do next.)

It said, “No trips planned. Want to add one?

Nope.

I hit the home button and shoved my phone in my pocket.

Symbolically, I’ve hit the home button for the next few months. My hope is to not have to travel for work for a while. I have no need to leave San Diego County until mid-April. And I don’t think I’ll spend a night away from my family until May. That’s plenty of time to regain footing in our family routines and work hard to bond as a family of five instead of a family of four. (2-3 more weeks!)

Last night, as I was talking to Megan and getting her ready for bed, I said, “It’s really nice to be home. Did mommy tell you that I won’t be going anywhere until after your birthday?

The smile said it all.

I’m grounded. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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hmm... thoughts

Living la vida simple

I think Ricky Martin had it wrong. While living la vida loca (the crazy life) looks attractive to the bored, I prefer to set my sights on living la vida simple. (the simple life)

As crazy as things seem, feel, or appear–¬†I do live a pretty simple life. A life that is satisfying in its simple pleasures.

Weekends give glimpses into these pleasures.

  • Near agenda-less. There are things to do, but it’s far from the frantic pace of Monday – Friday.
  • Sleeping in. (That means until 6:30, pretty lame, but that’s as late as I can sleep.)
  • Going to the farmers market and discovering new smells and flavors. (Our kids suddenly love pomegranates)
  • Sharing the intimacy of talking about nothing with Kristen over a cup of tea.
  • Watering, weeding, and pruning in the garden.
  • Spending way too much time observing your cat hunting or the hummingbirds feeding.
  • Lounging in our pajamas well past 9 am.
  • Staying up late to watch a movie.
  • Walking around Costco to pick up a couple things, but mostly to score samples.
  • Taking the dog for a walk.
  • Cutting the grass. (Which feels weird to do in November, but our grass just started growing.)
  • Debating when the citrus will ripen so we can start gorging on mandarins.
  • Wrestling, chasing, and teasing the kids.

It’s funny, isn’t it?

Ironic to be exact.

I struggle to find satisfaction even in these things which are completely satisfying in and of themselves.

And I remind myself:

Life isn’t perfect. Compare the simplicity of these things against the weight of the life I deserve.

Now things start to feel perfectly satisfactory to me.

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Church Leadership

The Youth Pastors House

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Yesterday, I was riding my bike to the trolley when I spotted this beauty. While the saran wrapping of the cars is very well done, the TP job leaves a lot to be desired.

My first thought? Hey, I wonder what church this person works at?

Of all the church staff, the one thing that youth workers get right more often than anyone else… good ¬†ministry happens in the home. I’d take that a step further to say, the best ministry happens in the home. It doesn’t have to be your house. But the best stuff typically happens in a house.