Yesterday was Jeanene's last day at the
hospital. The last two months have been very difficult for both of us. Leaving
her 20-year career as a hospital chaplain is, well, the largest vocation-related
decision of her life. And I, having begun working with two organizations in
forming blog networks and traveling for an unusual number of speaking
engagements, have really let my writing suffer. I don't feel badly about that.
There was no option. But I do miss writing. I miss it like you miss a child who
is away from home for too long.
Next week I will talk to you about the two blog
networks I am working with, inviting you to join in if you like. And next week I
intend to begin a number of long overdue stories and essays. For one thing, I'm
going back to the early days with another story about Jonah and Robert, my
Jewish friends from two
early
essays. I'm going to tell you the story of
the rosaries I keep making and how I keep losing them. And I think our friend
Foy is due a little attention, as is our friend Jesus who needs another RLPDV
just because it is time.
So here I am on Friday, needing the rest of the
day for my sermon. Drinking coffee and dreaming of the new life Jeanene and I
are beginning.
see ya next week. I can't wait.
rlp
