50 Days to go...

That's it. I'm sitting here in Scottsdale and the reality is hitting me that my dream, MY DREAM, what I have always wanted to do, is only 50 days away. Have you ever taken a step in the direction you wanted to go, only to realize that in taking that step, you are moving more than a mere 3 ft? You were moving your entire body, your entire mind, your entire soul, in a new direction? Welcome to my life.

Let's rewind 8 months. I'm living in Scottsdale, have a job that's good and am happier than most everyone I know. BUT (there's always that but...) , the nagging, the persistent tapping on my heart, begins again. It's been building for a few years...ever since I became real active at Park Street in Boston. It's that voice that asks what I truly want for my life. No, not an audible voice. Just...a voice. I know what it's saying with it's asking. It's been the same question for over 10 years. I've done a fabulous job of quieting it over the years, but I don't think that I want to quiet it anymore. I want it to speak. It does.

The result is seen in the selling of my new condo in Fenway, the resignation at my job in Scottsdale and the submitting of my application to become a missionary to Africa.


The process began last August and now, just 50 days away, all the pieces are falling into place. Sort of like a thunderstorm of information, the answers are coming; answers that I had been seeking for quite some time. The thunderstorm ends. I am soaked.