We’ve opened the Bible in London cafes, the Welsh countryside, Leeds living rooms, Leyland houses while kids have napped and Ilkley armchairs with Bob the Builder entertaining in the background…and the list could go on. I’m grateful for opportunities to teach it, to talk about it, to delve into it and to delight in it as I come to know and love Jesus more amidst all the trans-Atlantic travels and shifting shuffles of the seasons of life.Īs I packed my England days with favourite faces, I noticed that so many of these lasting friendships have been shaped by time in God’s word together. While in England this time, I was reminded of old, lasting rhythms that have continued into life here and stretch back into life there.Īlongside the new beats of a day bursting with school routines, I’m glad for God-given desires and old, familiar patterns of doing whatever I can to get the Bible open with people. The gain also comes with time for me to steady the juggle of life, and adapt to new rhythms all over again. The gain comes with watching Rufus grow in confidence and stature as he takes ownership of his school life, and enjoys the technicolour realities of an elementary school. Billy was in mourning for the loss of Rufus when he realised he was gone all day, and my hearts echoes his as I feel the absence.
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It’s felt like loss and gain as full day school has kicked in.
School is more full than ever before with our eldest moving from half day kindergarten into full day First Grade, and our youngest delighted to be back into preschool a few afternoons a week. Having spent a summer’s month in England, it was a sprint start back into American life. I can’t guarantee that the pace will allow many words, but in the slower chinks, maybe a glimpse or two of living and loving and serving.
These pages have been resting on the wayside as life has been ploughing on at a pace. It’s been a long stretch of silence over here.
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