Mr. York

Mr. York came to visit this weekend. He had a free United ticket and was kind enough to come see us out here in the heartland. We hope next time Volyn and the kids can join us--we had a fabulous time.

We dropped the kids off at a friends house and went to Oklahoma Joe's BBQ, which I think might be better than Jack Stack. I think I still have a piece of onion ring lodged in my aorta. But at least I'll die happy.

Saturday, Miss Maddy (the boys' second cousin) came to play while Scott and Rich went to brunch. We took a little trip to downtown and Union Station after Ty picked her up. They were building the annual holiday miniture train setup, so the boys had a great time looking for their favorite engines and sets.

On Sunday, we went to Waldo's after church, which the boys loved, of course. Sunday night was Life Group, but Rich stayed home to unwind while we went. Scott took him to the airport this morning on his way to work.

We had many conversations over the weekend about the split, of course. It's amazing how your perspective changes over time--we analyzed it to death while we were going through it, but did not, of course, have the benefit of hindsight. It is not my intention to re-discuss any details in this blog--doing so accomplishes nothing helpful and bores most of you anyway. What happened happened, and we now live a different life because of it. But it is faith-building to look back now, two + years from those events and see how God led us personally to a better place (in the material sense to some degree, but more in the spiritual and relational sense). The Yorks can say the same thing, as can many of us who lived through it. Scott and I wonder, in some ways, if the split had not been so dramatic, if we would have contemplated a move at all. A sobering thought now.

That is not so say that God did it all so we could personally benefit. I think He had bigger intentions in so decisively swinging the hammer down. Everyone is told their own story, not someone else's, to paraphrase C. S. Lewis' Aslan. But God, in His faithfulness, has provided and guided us to a "spacious country", if you'll indulge a touch of romance. Such a support, such a comfort, to be so intimately cared for...