When you move, which has not been infrequently for us, how do you know WHEN you have arrived?
Physically when the moving van empties and most boxes are emptied and the cars are delivered by the Transport Company?
Fiscally when you make your first mortgage payment?
When you take Faith and Caleb on their first morning walk?
When you have dinner at Salt Lick BBQ—or Rudy’s?
When the grandchildren catch their first fishies in the neighborhood pond?
When Diane and her twin sister, Cheryl, share a day?
Theologically when you share in the Sacrament of Holy Communion in worship?
When you learn that Dr. Guerrero, your first Austin physician, is still practicing and you see her for the first time in 4 years?
When the family has Thanksgiving dinner at Dale and Cheryl’s home?
When the Creche is front and center in our yard and the BELIEVE sign’s on the front door?
Of course. ALL OF THAT counts and measures, WE HAVE ARRIVED.
However, for sure and sure and sure, “we have arrived” really happened this past Sunday, December 6, 2015 at 2:40 p.m. When Dale and his son, Chad, put up a flag pole holder…yep, we HAVE arrived!