I just returned from three days at a beautiful conference center near Raymond, WA. My husband was leading a retreat for mission pastors. Great people, delicious food, lovely rooms, beautiful views . . . all only two hours from our home in Seattle. But it felt like we were out in the middle of no-where. And it was not just the cows. THERE WAS NO INTERNET.
How did this happen? During college, I used to wait two weeks for letters from my parents to arrive from Viet Nam to Box #165 at Biola. And all the letters and postcards Dave sent from Europe to our home in Spokane in the early years of ministry travel, before the girls and I went along. Much waiting for my friend ~ the postman. I have written hundreds and hundreds of letters, knowing that in a week or two they would reach my family around the world. And now, I feel lost because I had an idea and could not connect to http://gg-notesonthejourney.blogspot.com/. What is a blogging girl to do . . . well, I read the autobiography of Carol Burnett, worked on my Bible study, started my book on shame, prepared snacks for all the hungry pastors and even went to bed at 9:00 one night. It was a wonderful change of pace. But I have to be honest . . . I really missed blogging.