Five days and $2 Later: Hitchhiking Home from Nicaragua…

December 17, 2009

Ever since my children flew home from Mexico City, I wanted to see them again.

Despite all of the wonderful things about this trip, I have to be honest, being separated from my children for so long is not easy for me to reconcile. I am more than slightly hypocritical, inconsistent, out of integrity, contradictory, embarking on a project proclaiming the principles of word, promise, and restoration,  when my children, my first promise, are living with their aunt and their uncle over 4200 miles away near Seattle, Washington.

While my intentions have been good, I have constantly missed the mark relating to many things, not the least of which have been my children.

The good news about this project and about life, is their is more than hope, there is certainty in our ability with God to correct our path so we can get back to it! When we miss the mark, to pick up the bow once more, this time to aim (and see) true, to release the arrow with our action aligned perfectly with our sight, our perspective, our clearer view.

And while I have a promise to walk to Brazil, my promise to my children trumps. Moreover, I want that my promises (whatever they may be) never to become a prison.  I want to see my children, because I love them and want to see them, not out of obligation. I will keep my word to walk to Brazil, not out of obligation, but because I love this project so much. I will keep my word to walk to Brazil and I will hitchhike to the United States from Nicaragua to see my children for the holidays…

(to be continued)

From Summer Tour 2008 Part 1.2