27 Days Later From Now

In approximately 13 hours from my writing of this, I will be on an airplane bound southwards to Atlanta followed by an airplane bound West. Destination: Beautiful, aka, Arizona. I will be home for a short short time, during which I hope to reconnect with family and friends, read some good books that I want to read outside of a classroom, promote this wonderful yet warted school I at which I study, and especially, in the midst of all of the hustle and bustle, to rest. I hope that all these things will be done for the Kingdom and the glory of its King.

At the end of these 27 days in a not perfect paradise, I will return to Louisville, to get ready for another semester, starting with a "J" term week long class. Life will continue onwards from there. There will be new students to meet, old friendships to rekindle, and ministry in which to passionately labor. Theology will be discussed, late nights will be spent in study and conversation, and the inevitable and unexpected fires of life will drive us to our knees, to our Father, and closer to each other. Hopefully, I will learn with the future in mind, doing my time here so that I might one day be there, wherever there may be. And also, who knows? Perhaps I might meet a special someone. You never know. I know I sure don't.

But that doesn't start until 27 days expire. It's time to return to my original life, now that I live in a bifurcated existence. This then is my prayer: God take me. I'm unlikely to give myself up on my own.

All I ever really wanted was to sweep you off your feet,
To ride in like a white knight shining, and fight to victory.
But I forgot You weren't a prisoner, nor I a noble Sir,
That I was the one who needed saving and only You could do.

'Cause I'm just a hopeless romantic, and only You can help me.
Only You can wake me up, to see what love really is.
Only You had the key to open up my heart,
To let the sunlight flood its caverns and chase away the dark.

You rode in like a great warrior and I laid down my rights.
Content to be, just a servant but that wasn't on Your mind.
The crimson flood swept me away; don't know the reason why.
Now I've got a new heart, got a new name. I'm a son and I have life.

'Cause I'm just a hopeless romantic, and only You can help me.
Only You can wake me up, to see what love really is.
Only You had the key to open up my heart,
To let the sunlight flood its caverns and chase away the dark.