Well, we've been home now for a little over a week.  To top it off, it's just the two of us for a while.  The past 4-5 weeks we've either been at some one's house, or we've had people here.  It's been an amazing time with friends, but it's good to have some down time for a bit.

The one thing that is hitting me this past couple days, is how much still needs to die in me.  Coming back from our time away I realized how deeply I am impacted by the fast pace of cities like Kelowna and Calgary.  I lived at that pace for so long, that I found myself defaulting back to my old ways at a scary pace.  Now that I'm home, I'm slowly working to recapture that place of rest that I'd just started to touch the surface of before we left at the beginning of April.

Coming to the Island, and to this new way of life, my desire was to become a 'man of rest'.  I know that I naturally am that, but have learned to live a very different life over that past 10-12 years.  My prayer is that the next couple of weeks and months can continue to be a deep lesson in rest.  I am committed to cultivating solitude, patience, silence, and prayer.  I want to continue down the sabbatical path of this year, and to find on the other side that I've grown, changed, and come closer to God's heart.  I woke up this morning singing an old worship song "All to Jesus – I surrender – all to Him I freely give – I will ever – love and trust Him – in His presence – daily live".

Janna keeps reminding me of God's faithfulness.  He has always been there, and He has always cared for me.  He has brought us here, and he will continue what He's started.  This week I'm looking for a job, and in many ways the process is flying in the face of rest.  It's funny how quickly we begin to worry and become anxious.  It doesn't take long before we're fighting fear.  All of it I surrender today knowing that I still have a long way to go, and that's ok.