Free Diving

Well I feel like a lot of stuff has been going on, and I’ve been learning a heck of a lot. But every time I set down to blog something I just draw a blank. I suppose, in part, it’s just the frustration of the difficulty in relating the full reality of our experiences to you, our friends and family, who, though caring and concerned and supportive, are in fact thousands of miles away and have a day to get on with. It’s difficult to put 3D, multi-color reality into black and white. Lemme try this:

I think it’s like free-diving. You know, when you take your biggest breath and dive down as deep as you can to reach that green dive toy in the deep end, or to get a closer look at that purple sea urchin. It was a fun struggle against the pressure to get down there, but now you’re running out of breath and you need to get back to the surface quick. You push off the bottom, jet for the top, and you feel your chest quiver as you fight the urge to breath in. Those last 5 feet are the worst, as you feel like your lungs are full of fire, you’re sure you won’t make it. You close your eyes and concentrate, trying to shutting out the pain. You’re…al…most…there.

So imagine that pain is like homesickness. I think that’s kinda where I’m at. But as I close my eyes and concentrate, I find that God is still teaching me some pretty awesome stuff. But by this point in the post, I’ve typed, deleted, re-typed, and re-deleted several paragraphs trying to give you a good example. It’s tough. I guess you’ll just have to take me out for coffee sometime in May and we can catch up. Starbucks vanilla latte, no foam, please. For the mean time, believe me, I’m trying to come up with something interesting to say.