Struggling Well With Life

I am on sabbatical.  Two months out of the loop at church, and it feels really strange.  For a guy who likes to be in the thrust of it all, at first I felt a bit sidelined, taken out of the game.  Now, I am deeply grateful to a church who values longevity, and who encourages their staff to serve from wells that are full, and not running on empty.  Unlike brother James, I am not sitting in a castle in Scotland writing my next book.  That does not spell refreshment for me.  I have determined to move more deeply into the relationships, more intentionally into the world’s, of those in my inner circle, namely God, Terri, Em and Meg, and my dad/brothers.  To do so has put me on the road.  Heading to the homeland today - New Jersey.  By tomorrow I will have had a real sub, not a NC imitation, but an honest to goodness “White House Sub” from Atlantic City.  And then on to sweet Jesey corn and tomatoes.  When I turn around and drive back, the car will smell like a bakery with dozens of bagels ready to freeze and carry me through a few months.  Looking forward to being with family, hanging out with my dad.