Vacation

If you’ve missed lloveletters this past week (I surely hope you have) it’s because I have been on vacation. My lovely bride and I spent a week in Acadia National Park (it’s in Maine). We were with a couple of our very best friends who let us stay with them in an incredible dwelling surrounded by some of the most beautiful real estate in the world.

I have a real problem, or three, with this sort of activity. First, I think I could live like this (being on vacation, I mean) for the rest of my days. There is a freedom that is hard to ignore when one can get up when one chooses, go wherever one chooses, and stay as long as one likes. Hence, one is not anxious to return to the everyday workday world. Secondly, I struggle with coveting what I see and do – a home on a sheer precipice above the pounding surf of the Atlantic Ocean, a team of spirited horses to drive down the carriage roads of Acadia, and the lazy rambles through deep woods of some of America’s most spectacular scenery. Thirdly, I abandon the disciplines of caring for the people for whom God has given me a degree of responsibility (and I miss that terribly).

So I am back, and our Pastor/Teacher will be handing out the assignments. Early to rise, quick to work – you know the drill. And – this is going to go on for four or five days before I head out with the little woman, a son, and a couple of grandchildren for the absolutely amazing – wait for it – Alaskan cruise! I know. It just worked out that way. But what’s a couple of weeks away from the “pen.” You are probably enjoying the break – sorta like a vacation for you too.

Just keep missing me next week too. Is that too much to ask?