Thoughts From the Plane

The following I wrote in my journal on my way back from Jamaica. I'm sorry if it's sort of jumbled in thoughts. But ... well... it is. :)

Sergio and I are on our way home from Jamaica. We spent a wonderful week at the Sandals Resort in Ocho Rios in celebration of two years of marriage. It was such a fantastic vacation and the accommodations couldn't have been better. Really, the best part about going anywhere with Sergio is the company. He's the best friend I've ever had and the greatest encouragement and companion. He makes me laugh, he serves and loves me selflessly, and time with him is never dull. What makes me especially thankful for him is his desire and drive to seek and please the Lord individually and in our marriage.

On the trip, challenged me. He asked me how much of the time in that distraction-free environment was spent focused on the Lord. Quite honestly, I couldn't say that very much had. Is it such a great surprise then that I often feel like the times at home (that in fact are filled with distraction) are generally characterized by spiritual luke-warmness with the occasional bursting gasp for the air of divine grace when drowning in the complacency of my own mediocrity? I'm thankful for those bursts. I'm having one now. And it kinda hurts. But it hurts so good. God is that air. My lungs have never complained of too much air. I've never had to deal with that problem. I've especially never complained about the accessibility of oxygen when I'm swimming. So why should a soul that has taken a dive? God is that air. And I want more.

So now we return. We return to a home with children and a dog. To laundry, bills, jobs, chores, and eventually school. We're returning to a distraction-filled life that demands you give at least some time to sleeping, eating, and chores, but so easily provides excuses for disciplined study for the nourishment of your soul.

Tonight, I'm going to attend Sem Wives for the first time. I'll report back. :)