Where's Waldo?

When I was little my mom would take me to the dentists and when I got there she would chat with the receptionist for a solid half-hour. During this time I had two options, the first was to endure the catching up of two old friends as inside jokes skipped over my head. The second option was to break out the Where's Waldo books that the doctor kept in his kids library. We were regular attenders to the dentist so I knew when i got there to make a beeline for the Yellow Where's Waldo, as the red was a little more beat up and I had to make sure I got it before my brother. Needless to say as soon as I opened the book the hunt was on to find the man wearing a red and white striped sweater, even at the beach.

The reason I jog your memory back to the life of Waldo is because regardless of how many years I am in ministry I always forget how crazy life gets in the summer time, just like every time I cracked open the same book, I couldn't remember where Waldo was (except the ocean one, he is sitting on a small island with 3 mermaids). I get excited for summer, I rush into it with great anticipation thinking I know exactly where I am going and what I am doing and all of a sudden the speed and ferocity of June to August hit and I am left dazed and bewildered.

Thus is my first few days back from a week and a half of Mission trips and vacations. I feel like I have been broadsided by a semi with chrome plated fangs on the grill (I decided a long time ago that if I was a truck driver I would put fangs on the grill of my truck, it has to be some sort of trucker street cred to have those.) Things are together, I know the course we have planned for this summer and beyond, but it is like hitting a baseball, you can't connect until you have the pace of the pitcher down, and that's what I am doing now, getting the pace of 100 degree weather down so we can have a solid summer where I keep my sanity and your students serve their Savior.

Peace and Bless God.