With or without
Oh, what a week we've had. Today, after six days of no power on Crockett Drive, we finally moved back into our house. It seems as though we have the distinct privilege of trials in this life.
I have directed countless shows in my lifetime, but never have I not been able to pull off a final performance. Until now. The Lord had other plans, and the big storm that knocked out over 125,000 last Friday included Westminster Christian Academy. And with that went the final performance scheduled for that night. We were scheduled to leave the next morning for Wheaton, and that we did. What a great blessing it was to see old friends and to see such great improvements to a fine institution. I walked through the new Beamer Center, admired the new Stupe, the stunning CPO and the snazzy Student Activities office. I also had a moment of grief, realizing the old MSC would never hear the voices of young adults discovering themselves. Well, maybe it was more like I wouldn't get to revisit memories quite the same.
My kids had a ball riding bikes, playing Playmobile, visiting the Morton Arboretum, and romping with Erik, Ian, and Xander Mueller. And Wheaton is some kind of community. It seemed that so many of my college aquaintances lived in a five mile radius. Every other house was someone I knew.
Anyway, I'm so humbled by His power and reminded that I have no control in this world. Well, maybe some. Like my response to any situation. And, again, that's humbling because I struggle with that fashionable sin nature.
I have directed countless shows in my lifetime, but never have I not been able to pull off a final performance. Until now. The Lord had other plans, and the big storm that knocked out over 125,000 last Friday included Westminster Christian Academy. And with that went the final performance scheduled for that night. We were scheduled to leave the next morning for Wheaton, and that we did. What a great blessing it was to see old friends and to see such great improvements to a fine institution. I walked through the new Beamer Center, admired the new Stupe, the stunning CPO and the snazzy Student Activities office. I also had a moment of grief, realizing the old MSC would never hear the voices of young adults discovering themselves. Well, maybe it was more like I wouldn't get to revisit memories quite the same.
My kids had a ball riding bikes, playing Playmobile, visiting the Morton Arboretum, and romping with Erik, Ian, and Xander Mueller. And Wheaton is some kind of community. It seemed that so many of my college aquaintances lived in a five mile radius. Every other house was someone I knew.
Anyway, I'm so humbled by His power and reminded that I have no control in this world. Well, maybe some. Like my response to any situation. And, again, that's humbling because I struggle with that fashionable sin nature.
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