You know that feeling at the start of a roller-coaster? The sick twinges of anticipation and then -- BAM! -- you've left your life 10 meters behind you. You forget to breathe, while the world reels in fury. Well, that's how I feel. I'm back in South Bend. Or rather, the part of me that counts. Here there is just motion blur, and I'm stuck wondering if I'll find myself when I return. Maybe the me that's missing will discover its wings and then break free forever.
And then I remember who I serve. That He has placed me here with wise purpose. That He knows my needs better than me, and is faithful, powerful, gracious, and loving. That He has given me a charge. So I'll get my head and heart in the game, and thank God that the Bible kicks hard.
