Packing...

The room is feeling pretty empty, and as I make my way down to the car with boxes and stuff, another car leaves. It makes me think that I am living in a Rob Bell Nooma video... Packing... I do kinda have his glasses. The last things to go are the pictures on the wall. They are the memories of this year and of the past years. It's funny how one picture has so much wrapped inside. Under the plastic are the memories, the stories, the friends. It is starting to echo.... echo... echo... (jk) This will be the last blog from room b Jefferson 226. It's been a crazy year and I have loved it! I asked for God to mold me, and He has and still is. I am not the same man that walked through the door. As I leave the last time, I know that the best is yet to come. Packing is just a stage of life moving into another. It is just all one big vindiagram. Being absorbed into another time, there are adjustments, some painful but all good. I know that this year and these three men that God has placed into my life have shaped my future in ways I may never fully know. As I am alone in this apartment, I know that the four of us were how God meant it to be. We truly all became best friends in one way or another. But that time is over. The friendship remains, but the future is beckoning. Change is coming, and I am still, for now packing....

-no Rob Bells were hurt in the making of this post