If you haven’t read the previous update—I just posted it late last night—read it first. Anyways, my trip to California was exhausting but good. For starters, I found an apartment. It will still need some bathroom modification, but everything else is good. It’s right off the 215 on Quail Run Rd. in Riverside, about 5 miles from my school. It’s a great location and is set in a little bowl in some rocky hills. It’s brand new, so our move in time of late December works well for them. I also got to see many of my former students at a field tournament on Saturday night. A bunch of them met me and the high school director at Starbucks afterward and had a good time just goofing around. Sunday I spent at Church and got to see everybody for the first time in a while. Please keep praying for our friend Melissa Logan, who I also got to see. It’ll be nice to come home because I know that Kari and Melissa are dying to see each other. They have been on this rollercoaster since January and have been a great support to Kari and me. It’s horrible, but I’m thankful for someone that understands.
Also on Sunday, my mother called me with the sad news that her dad had passed away. My grandpa was ready to go to heaven though, and I’m sure the Lord was ready to have him. He was 93 and had just moved to a nursing home a few weeks ago. He was not on any medication and just died of old age. The thing I remember most about him was the story he always told about moving to the desert as a young man. He said he wanted to “get as far away from God as possible” so he moved to the desert in Southern California. Shortly afterwards, a Sunday school and church opened up right next to where he had moved. God continued to pursue him and he eventually became a Free Methodist Pastor (like Kari) When I was little, I used to get tired of the story, but as I got older I began to appreciate it and him for his life of service to God. I viewed his faith as pure uncomplicated, not because he had not endured a lot of things, but because he eventually just surrendered to the God that pursued him and who he could no longer deny—refreshing in a day and age that tries to make God into so many things other than what he is: God. I’ll be traveling to Kentucky for his memorial service Thursday through Saturday.
Monday I went to Gage and got to listen to my band. I must admit I was nervous to go there after being so far away, but I calmed down and was able to enjoy seeing the kids and fellow teachers and staff. In the afternoon I wrapped up things with the apartments and went home. I Can’t wait to go back.