After numerous hints dropped by friends, I’ve resumed the blogging scene. While it sounds a lot like snogging, I’ve resigned to the fact that sharing the story is immensely important. So, I will pick up where I’ve left off on the blogging experiences.
I left off somewhere in this past September of 2009. I’ve got to somehow retrace my journey, which is next to impossible. I will try. I think its important to share the story essentially because it is quite evident that all of us have a story to tell. I want to be certain that my child will be able to read about my experiences along the journey.
My honey and I, with great enthusiasm and hearts full of gratitude, are expecting our first child. We’re not far off from the due date, which rolls in on or around the 15th of June. Its been a whirlwind experience of transition. Honey and I have gone from being married with no children in Oz to being married, expecting a child, here “on the hill” of Peru, South America. Our lives continue to journey onward toward our Love, the Christ.
The thought of having a child is puzzling. I’m incredibly excited, yet nervous in the same breath. The thought of bringing a child into the world dazzles me and puts me into a humble awe of our great God. In the same step, I consider the challenges that will shine forth on the horizon of tomorrow’s dawn. The difficult moments will surely come. Doing life here on the hill is not easy and doing life here with a child will not be any easier. I thank God that amazing people are around me to support this experience. I guess the moment may be somewhat bittersweet as I fathom the depths of this process.
I have been missing my Dad in the last few days. He sent me a letter the other day which held some important documents. I received the letter from the postal service at Rosita’s house. I had a fleeting moment of sentimental depth when I received the package. I felt far away from my Dad and when I received the letter into my hands, I thought about how his hands had just touched the same letter. I missed him yesterday and thought about the years of his loving touch that demonstrated the love of Christ. I hope that I can, with Christ’s strength, provide that unconditional love for my child. It will be a challenge, yet one that I am willing to take.
So, as the day rolls into evening, I write here from the worship center “on the hill”. I continue to breathe in and out, attempting to live love and do life here, along with my honey and my team. Its all apart of speaking for those who cannot speak for themselves. From the hill, I will continue to share my story of how I, a lost soul, found the truth and love of a God who always loved me.
His grace is truly new every morning.