Away in Maine

I've never been one to have difficulty going away(Josh). Unless my parents contest this memory, as a child I remember looking forward to adventures into new, undiscovered regions. A sleep over at grandma's house. The occassional back yard camp out. Camps. Vacations. Conferences. College. Life. New enviroments have always seemed like new stories to create and I always look forward to the next great life story to experience.

I am away as I make this post. The rocky cost of Maine is not far beyond my window. I am at "Work Camp 2006" - a highlight of my year, six years in the running now, serving underprivledged "widows and orphans" in what the biblical author, James, called an effort to experience what "religion" is all about. It is always a great experience from year to year, place to place, story to story.

It's different this year however. I miss my girls. Being "away" suddenly seems pretty far.