The Seventh Day

The end of the first week. For Him and for me.

And you. Another week out of the way. Many more to go. 

Two days later. My initial reaction has turned from joy to a sense of urgency. The time is ticking. I need to do good. Get my act together. 

The job is whatever. I didn’t want to be the manager of a two-person team, just didn’t think me being true to my words would come back to bite me. I haven’t and will never speak corporate language. Do you really want to do this forever by sacrificing integrity, relationship, and time with your three kids, my friend? I’ll tell you now it’s not worth it. 

I would like to visit all of my favorite places on earth all over again, but on my own account. A creative project. A lasting friendship. 

Now is the time to start. 

I had a dream last night where I was leaving the small town I grew up, I looked up the familiar storefronts and the evening sky with tears in my eyes. As I reached into my bag for my passport, I was hitting up my contact in Rome, supposedly that’s where I am heading for my corporate shoot. Danielle is in the background, she’s on the same flight. 

A dream I woke up from. Morning is ahead. 

I’ve just finished the third draft of <The Abels>. And I have months ahead of me where I can build something of my own. Read the Word as much as I want and ask the Lord to lead me to new places. Spiritually. 

The last four years have been great. I’ve seen the world, and now I need to spend time with eternal values. Something I didn’t think about in my late 20s. 

I want to finish reading <War and Peace>. I want to write something documenting the places I’ve been and how I like to remember them. I want to send out my script and think about another short film. Something I can do on my own. 

For this moment I should rest. Not because I’m tired, but because I need to stop. A new week is ahead.