Of Rice and Zen
I haven't posted in almost a month, and even the most recent entries haven't referenced some big changes whose resonations have migrated from further out to now within.
Months ago, I felt the beginning flutters of restlessness. It's a patterned twitch of the heart that I know well enough to recognize from far away. There's nothing I can do about it except continue to find joy in my current activities while waiting for God to reveal the approaching mystery.
There are still so many unknowns, but for now, I see an opportunity beginning to emerge that will, once again, take me away from family, friends and home country. It's the familiar components, though, that will provide the irony: returning to Asia to teach - an ability that that I confess has, at times, been an undesired strength and blessing.
If the door is opened and the peace of the decision compels me through it, then I'll most likely be leaving to teach at a university somewhere in China, and I'll be doing so in six to nine months.
Months ago, I felt the beginning flutters of restlessness. It's a patterned twitch of the heart that I know well enough to recognize from far away. There's nothing I can do about it except continue to find joy in my current activities while waiting for God to reveal the approaching mystery.
There are still so many unknowns, but for now, I see an opportunity beginning to emerge that will, once again, take me away from family, friends and home country. It's the familiar components, though, that will provide the irony: returning to Asia to teach - an ability that that I confess has, at times, been an undesired strength and blessing.
If the door is opened and the peace of the decision compels me through it, then I'll most likely be leaving to teach at a university somewhere in China, and I'll be doing so in six to nine months.