don't go chasin' waterfalls

"...just stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to" So, if you grew up in the 90s you know this song by TLC. It was the kind we would belt out on the bus ride to a volleyball game and sing in the middle of the night at slumber parties. And, apparently, it's the kind of song that pops into my head when I start thinking about the next couple weeks. Honestly, it has nothing to do with leaving or Honduras or ministry... I think that (maybe) sentiment pushes us to grasp at anything nostalgic and apparently that was the first thing I touched.

The point is, I wasn't prepared for Edo (Eduardo) to amble into my office this morning and announce that today is his last day. I think I gave him 1000 hugs and said, "I'm not ready for this" a hundred times. The strange thing is, the tears pop out at the most random times - like driving alone in my car - and sometimes I can't find them in the most appropriate moments, like this morning when my heart was twisting at the idea that I won't be able to see this fine young man grow and change the world.

My offers of facebook friendship and mutual blog-stalking seemed a bit shallow, but it was all I could offer between the awkward amount of hugs. I'm sure there is a book somewhere about "How to leave without losing yourself" but I'd honestly rather just go into this blind. I'd rather play this one spontaneous, with a skip in my step and respect for the sorrow in my heart.

Once I reign in my distracted mind, the C.S. Lewis song by Brooke Fraser is much more appropriate. Maybe it will encourage you this morning.


let LOVE fly like cRaZy!