While at a little shop in the mountains the other week, I sat down on the porch to do some serious people watching. It wasn’t the thickly tattooed artwork on display or the 2,000+ Harley’s parked across the street that kept my eye. It was a small boy squatting on the steps. He kept leaning down to smash his hands on the rough wood and yet I couldn’t see that he was actually smashing anything.
His mother, hearing his smacking, walked over and asked what he was doing.
“Catching lots of bugs!”
It was obvious that there weren’t any bugs in his little cage and so his mom leaned a bit closer to him and whispered, “I don’t see anything, sweetie.”
“You probably can’t, Mommy. But I can see them everywhere.”
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In a very odd little way, I feel like that boy.
I had been planning on waiting a bit longer to return to Aelki. In fact, I was aiming for The New Year. There were quite a bit of things I wanted to get in order.
But the small amount of time that I have been away has been invaluable. And since the reason for writing here is to chronicle my journey, I think I am ready to write again.
It’s been amazing, really. So many of my quiet heart-felt prayers have been answered in the past month. And for some people, they probably can’t see much going on in my life. Maybe they even wonder if God has been around.
But I keep seeing His fingerprints everywhere.