The garden has been mowed down and the chickens along with their camper have been shipped off to the country. The time has come. Our parole has been approved and we are blowing this popsicle stand. We have been given our path to escape the city life. In less than three weeks I will be turning in my badge and gun, packing up the family and heading to the coast! Although it is not the country farm life I have longed for, it's the coast! And we'll take it. I am returning to life in ministry. Returning to old friends, deep conversations, peaceful existence, optimism and joy. No longer will I need to wear a bullet stopping vest and carry a variety of a death and pain inducing devices each day to work. Words of bile and hate will be replaced with respect and genuine love. Fighting with friendship. Screaming with soft words. Anger with joy. Oh city life, how I despise you, but oh how I miss you already.
P.S. Standby for new adventures!
