After spending last week in Southern California and have some extra time to reflect, this week before a busy season. I found myself thinking about things that are good, and things I’m not okay with.
After freezing for the last two months in some crazy cold temperatures, it was definitely okay to be sitting on the cliffs above Dana Point mesmerized by the ocean.
It was okay to have a morning run on the beach, to have time with my wife by an ocean-side fire pit at sunset, to soak in the sun for extended periods of time, and to take in a yoga lesson while a huge school of dolphins passed by.
It was not okay to leave the airport on Saturday when it was 70 degrees and touch down in Omaha with a windchill of minus 27… yeah, that’s about a 100 degree swing. Definitely not okay!
Good things: working through the selection process of our next RHYTHMinTWENTY group. We waded through almost 100 applications that we were considering, and we’re really excited about the 20 new leaders from all over the country who will start this journey. I just can’t believe it has been five years since we launched the first RHYTHM group for Harbor Ministry. What an incredible ride it has been, and this next group has got me really excited about what God is up to.
Not okay: sending out all these emails this morning to people we were not able to get in this group. Everybody deserves an experience like this, but we are very committed to deeply investing in just 20 at a time. But it was hard to push send this morning
Good things: the Huskers playing Sunday for their first NCAA appearance in basketball in like 15 years. That stirs a basketball memory or two for me. My dad loved basketball, and I remember him taking me to a Nebraska game when I was a kid. It was in a classic old coliseum, it was loud and rowdy and Nebraska , with its star Jerry Fort, was playing for a similar prize against Kansas. To tell you the truth, I don’t even remember the outcome, but I sure remember the road trip and the great memory with my dad all those years ago.
Not okay: that my dad left us way too early. He died before he could see my kids play basketball and develop a similar love for the sport that he had.
I guess this week has been a random mix of highs and lows, struggles and successes, adventure and mundane moments, difficult things and exciting things. It’s been a pretty good snapshot of life
