|in the library at Dickinson College|
Teddy and I have been on the road these past few days, driving over seven hundred miles before landing here in Connecticut. We’ve seen a lot of things, shared a lot, and I hope he will remember this time fondly in the coming years. We’ve been visiting colleges along the way, dreaming together for his future, and it has been exciting and scary and liberating all at once.
We stopped here to see his best friend; a soft place to land after all these miles. And as I watch those two together, I am young again—everything new. In a couple hours we’ll pack up and head home, visit a few more schools, and drive as far as my tired eyes will make it.
I haven’t been online much as we’ve burned up the roads, instead opting for good conversation with my boy. I never grow tired of getting to know him and this weekend I’ve seen new places in his heart. Sometimes, my love for him is so strong that it seizes me like terror, and I have to remember that perfect love drives out fear.
In February, after I returned from the Jubilee conference—this place where thousands of college kids were worshiping and learning about Jesus together; this place that was on fire with the Holy Spirit—when I returned home with my face still shining from that encounter … this boy of mine tells me he’s not so sure he believes anymore. I’ve been wrestling with that moment ever since, praying hard for God to reveal truth in the inward places.
Ever since he was small I’ve known this time would come. He’s too much like his daddy, putting faith in the things that can be understood with the mind. But this weekend, I saw how this boy’s heart can come alive and God has whispered new hope into mine.
If you will pray safe travels for us (and that we don’t get turned around in New York again) I would be so glad. And if you see fit to pray about these other things I’ve mentioned here, I give you my deepest gratitude.
**This week at the High Calling, we’re talking about helping employees fulfill their dreams. Join us?