Life on the road.
Always changing, always moving.
I have fallen in love with this gypsy-esque life style. Being surrounded by ever-changing scenery is not only pleasant to the sight, but also invigorating for the soul.  If I could spend all my days traveling, adventuring and building relationships with beautiful people with splendid stories I believe I would leap at the opportunity to do so.
However, life on the road, as alluring as it may seem, does in fact have moments where you feel like you are not where you are meant to be.  
Taken from the wise Pumbaa, “Home is where your rump rests.”  
Lately, I would have to be contrary to this statement.  
Last week I received news that my PaPa had been in an explosive accident while working with oilrigs.  When this news reached my ears, I was consumed with an overwhelming sense of misplacement.  I needed to be home.  Home was no longer on board Reggie, it was with my family miles and miles away.
It is interesting to see how your heart can shift so quickly.  
In that moment, I wanted nothing more to be in the comfort of my home.  I felt helpless.  
But once the initial longing had subsided, I was able to fully rely on my faith and trust in God.  I was exactly where I needed to be, and my family was exactly where they needed to be.  A sense of peace had been restored.  
A knot is still wound in my stomach created from the unsettling thought of my PaPa hurting, but with continued prayer and faith I know that everything will be ok.  Because I have to believe that God only gives us struggles that he knows his children will overcome.
My PaPa is recovering, with second and third degree burns the healing process has not been as speedy as one may wish for.  His first surgery was today, the skin from the top of his shoulders down to his finger tips had to be removed for an upcoming skin graft procedure.  The recovery time will be quite longer than hoped for, with the calendar looking toward four more weeks of being in the hospital.  If you would not mind, my family and I would very much appreciate it if you lifted him up in prayer.  The surgery is a progressive step toward a full recovery, just pray that the pain will continue to be suppressed and that spirits will continue to remain high.  
He is one of the toughest men I have ever been blessed to know, and I am sure that he has no intention of this hurdle holding him back.  

Life on the road.

Always changing, always moving.

I have fallen in love with this gypsy-esque life style. Being surrounded by ever-changing scenery is not only pleasant to the sight, but also invigorating for the soul.  If I could spend all my days traveling, adventuring and building relationships with beautiful people with splendid stories I believe I would leap at the opportunity to do so.

However, life on the road, as alluring as it may seem, does in fact have moments where you feel like you are not where you are meant to be. 

Taken from the wise Pumbaa, “Home is where your rump rests.” 

Lately, I would have to be contrary to this statement. 

Last week I received news that my PaPa had been in an explosive accident while working with oilrigs.  When this news reached my ears, I was consumed with an overwhelming sense of misplacement.  I needed to be home.  Home was no longer on board Reggie, it was with my family miles and miles away.

It is interesting to see how your heart can shift so quickly. 

In that moment, I wanted nothing more to be in the comfort of my home.  I felt helpless. 

But once the initial longing had subsided, I was able to fully rely on my faith and trust in God.  I was exactly where I needed to be, and my family was exactly where they needed to be.  A sense of peace had been restored. 

A knot is still wound in my stomach created from the unsettling thought of my PaPa hurting, but with continued prayer and faith I know that everything will be ok.  Because I have to believe that God only gives us struggles that he knows his children will overcome.

My PaPa is recovering, with second and third degree burns the healing process has not been as speedy as one may wish for.  His first surgery was today, the skin from the top of his shoulders down to his finger tips had to be removed for an upcoming skin graft procedure.  The recovery time will be quite longer than hoped for, with the calendar looking toward four more weeks of being in the hospital.  If you would not mind, my family and I would very much appreciate it if you lifted him up in prayer.  The surgery is a progressive step toward a full recovery, just pray that the pain will continue to be suppressed and that spirits will continue to remain high. 

He is one of the toughest men I have ever been blessed to know, and I am sure that he has no intention of this hurdle holding him back.  

Life on the road.
Always changing, always moving.
I have fallen in love with this gypsy-esque life style. Being surrounded by ever-changing scenery is not only pleasant to the sight, but also invigorating for the soul.  If I could spend all my days traveling, adventuring and building relationships with beautiful people with splendid stories I believe I would leap at the opportunity to do so.
However, life on the road, as alluring as it may seem, does in fact have moments where you feel like you are not where you are meant to be.  
Taken from the wise Pumbaa, “Home is where your rump rests.”  
Lately, I would have to be contrary to this statement.  
Last week I received news that my PaPa had been in an explosive accident while working with oilrigs.  When this news reached my ears, I was consumed with an overwhelming sense of misplacement.  I needed to be home.  Home was no longer on board Reggie, it was with my family miles and miles away.
It is interesting to see how your heart can shift so quickly.  
In that moment, I wanted nothing more to be in the comfort of my home.  I felt helpless.  
But once the initial longing had subsided, I was able to fully rely on my faith and trust in God.  I was exactly where I needed to be, and my family was exactly where they needed to be.  A sense of peace had been restored.  
A knot is still wound in my stomach created from the unsettling thought of my PaPa hurting, but with continued prayer and faith I know that everything will be ok.  Because I have to believe that God only gives us struggles that he knows his children will overcome.
My PaPa is recovering, with second and third degree burns the healing process has not been as speedy as one may wish for.  His first surgery was today, the skin from the top of his shoulders down to his finger tips had to be removed for an upcoming skin graft procedure.  The recovery time will be quite longer than hoped for, with the calendar looking toward four more weeks of being in the hospital.  If you would not mind, my family and I would very much appreciate it if you lifted him up in prayer.  The surgery is a progressive step toward a full recovery, just pray that the pain will continue to be suppressed and that spirits will continue to remain high.  
He is one of the toughest men I have ever been blessed to know, and I am sure that he has no intention of this hurdle holding him back.  

Life on the road.

Always changing, always moving.

I have fallen in love with this gypsy-esque life style. Being surrounded by ever-changing scenery is not only pleasant to the sight, but also invigorating for the soul.  If I could spend all my days traveling, adventuring and building relationships with beautiful people with splendid stories I believe I would leap at the opportunity to do so.

However, life on the road, as alluring as it may seem, does in fact have moments where you feel like you are not where you are meant to be. 

Taken from the wise Pumbaa, “Home is where your rump rests.” 

Lately, I would have to be contrary to this statement. 

Last week I received news that my PaPa had been in an explosive accident while working with oilrigs.  When this news reached my ears, I was consumed with an overwhelming sense of misplacement.  I needed to be home.  Home was no longer on board Reggie, it was with my family miles and miles away.

It is interesting to see how your heart can shift so quickly. 

In that moment, I wanted nothing more to be in the comfort of my home.  I felt helpless. 

But once the initial longing had subsided, I was able to fully rely on my faith and trust in God.  I was exactly where I needed to be, and my family was exactly where they needed to be.  A sense of peace had been restored. 

A knot is still wound in my stomach created from the unsettling thought of my PaPa hurting, but with continued prayer and faith I know that everything will be ok.  Because I have to believe that God only gives us struggles that he knows his children will overcome.

My PaPa is recovering, with second and third degree burns the healing process has not been as speedy as one may wish for.  His first surgery was today, the skin from the top of his shoulders down to his finger tips had to be removed for an upcoming skin graft procedure.  The recovery time will be quite longer than hoped for, with the calendar looking toward four more weeks of being in the hospital.  If you would not mind, my family and I would very much appreciate it if you lifted him up in prayer.  The surgery is a progressive step toward a full recovery, just pray that the pain will continue to be suppressed and that spirits will continue to remain high. 

He is one of the toughest men I have ever been blessed to know, and I am sure that he has no intention of this hurdle holding him back.  

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