I just kissed my wife goodbye.
Only she has a job now.
Life passes through me like a breeze,
and yet I am stable.
Uncertainty grasps and rides the dust stolen by wind,
but in my core I am firm.
I will survive.
A pink slip would have been more professional.
No hours. No call.
Four years of knowing their wickedness.
I shouldn’t be surprised.
“I don’t see you on the schedule. I’m sorry. He’s out of town.”
He doesn’t call back.
My world suddenly expands.
There is no limit to what adventure will come.
Is this how Jesus felt in the Garden?
A choice of fear or hope.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that by the power of the Holy Spirit
Let the adventure begin.