Tomorrow, I’m “leavin’ on a jet plane” to head to the mountains of Colorado. While I know God is omnipresent, and thus everywhere, sometimes we need to step away from the familiar to encounter Him afresh. And that is just what I hope to do: encounter Him anew.
Because like Bilbo, my life–and faith–have for too felt like “butter scraped over too much bread.” I feel thin and wan. I need a refreshing. But I know, like the fellowship in Rivendell, I must come down from the mountain. I pray that, unlike Moses, the glow does not fade. That I am undone, and remade.
And that is what scares me–the breaking. You see, several years ago, I bought the conference audio. So I know of the sessions I’ll be led through at bootcamp, know I’ll be forced to confront all the ways I’ve posed and pretended.
Will you please pray for me? That I’ll have a tender heart? And please pray for my family as well, that God watches over them while I”m gone?
Because I’m “Leavin’ On A Jet Plane,” and I hope to come back not the same.