It's been two weeks since Dave and I returned from our summer vacation. Two weeks is not very long, but it feels like I've been back for much, much longer than that. I'm sure this is because we've been very busy. We started work as soon as we got here: our plane from Toronto landed in Victoria at 2am on a Wednesday night, and I was in the office 7 hours later. Not only that, but the work has been a bit intense. I'm not sure if this is the case in all church communities, but there has been a certain "September-is-coming" pressure in the air around here. Everyone seems to want a lot of stuff to start happening... and quickly!
Instead of describing all that, I want to post about our time in Ontario. It was the defining experience of our summer.
This picture says it all:
Family. Friends. And Lake Huron. We spent a lot of time in conversation, and we spent a lot of time by the water. The conversation part was sort of what we went to Ontario for. I was longing for some face-to-face time, and I knew that getting that would make the plane ticket worthwhile. The water part was just a bonus. Although we have oodles of water here, we mostly see it from a distance, walk passed it on a side walk, or glimpse it through the trees on a hike. On vacation, we actually sat on beaches and swam. (Well, Dave did a lot of the swimming. I did a lot of wading in up to my knees and saying, "Okay, that's it for me. I feel refreshed.")As restful as it was, we needed to come back. If being away taught me anything, it taught me that my life is here now. Not that it's better here, or always great, it's that it's here where we have our work. It's here where we've got our own home. It's here where we are trying to work out our calling. Right now, this is the place for all that... and nowhere else.
Thankfully there's a Starbucks in the neighbourhood. :)
No comments:
Post a Comment