Brad is gone. Wah. I got up at 4:00 this morning and went to the airport with him. I MISS HIM. ALREADY. ( And to think we used to routinely go five days, and sometimes weeks, and months without seeing each other before we were married...! How did we do that?) But it's all for a good cause. He is on a mission to bring Grandpa Charlie Pass out here to live on the East Coast. Huzzah for such an answer to prayer! This is a huge thing...literally YEARS in the making. It is so incredible to see God working this process out.
I was driving home today and heard a commercial on the radio...It was talking about how we have such hectic lives...but one way to relax was to...go to a carwash. WHAT? They said that it might be "the most satisfying thing you do all day." WHAAAAT? Okay, it might be somewhat satisfying to cross it off your list of things to do ...but The Most Satisfying Thing of Your Day? I hope I never reach that nadir where sitting in a carwash gives me fulfillment. Talk about pathetic! Ever heard of the Sabbath?
Last night we saw part of a program on TV called Brat Camp. It's basically a reality thing where troubled teens go to this wilderness therapy/correctional/challenge camp thingy...in the wilds of Oregon. Brad was intrigued. It felt to me like I was going back to work. There were a few differences between Sage Walk and the Antrim Girls' Shelter; for instance, we actually have walls and a roof, whereas they had a glorified tent, and also our facility is not co-ed...but a lot of the issues were the same. Interesting.
Signing off for now.