baby rambles
Summer has lost the battle, as it always does when October nestles itself into our trees, and this morning our sun room is gray from this rather sun-less Friday. Socks have become a necessity, blankets are pulled tighter, the windows must be closed at night. We feel normal now, our lives that were once cooped-up, packed up, are beginning to ooze gracefully out of our bodies, even out of our home; we are leaving our messes everywhere as students' hearts let us in and we let theirs in, as we pour out our selves to a church, spill out our hearts in prayer for new things, greater vision, changed lives. We have done more than unpacked our boxes. We feel our hearts unloading, our guards diminishing, and calling anywhere else "home" grows more and more foreign. We drove back from our Fall Retreat on Sunday and as we found ourselves between the two Mankato bluffs, crossing the river, I realized that home, a once far-off dream is now a reality, and autumn makes any hom...