It's been raining in Phoenix for the past three days, which is a remarkable event really, and something that I savor immensely. Tonight after work, a short walk through the desert. The stormy sky and chilly rain shrouded my familiar hills in a cloak of breathtaking beauty. I breathed deep as the biting drops were thrown in my face. I needed a minute to get away and remember the greatness of God.
In less than three weeks I will be moving. The reality of that hit me last night and I will admit some panic as I considered all that must take place in that time. But don't let that seem as though I am not excited and amazed to be going. Santa Elena (Helene). That tiny island in the Caribbean off the northern coast of Honduras - it is to become my home. I'm leaving with no idea when I will come back or where I will go next. Only one step has been made clear.
