If you follow me on Twitter, you know that we were on vacation last week. Not a stay-cation like we sometimes do, either. We bolted out of town ASAP with hotel confirmations in all kinds of touristy tickets in hand with the full intent of heading to Galveston for a few days and then letting the SpiritWind lead us after that. I was excited about just ‘going where the wind blows’ for a week. The last time I did that, I wound up in New Orleans watching B.B. King perform in at a local dive. Yes, it was amazing.

The winds definitely blew last week. His name was Edouard. He hit land not far from where we were headed, so we drifted in another direction. San Antonio for a few days. Shamu. The Riverwalk. The Rainforest Cafe. And by the time ol’ Eddie fizzled out, we took a couple of days to hit Galveston, as well spend some short-but-fabulous time with family in Baytown.

When we got back in town over the weekend, I brought home a nasty little virus that wiped out half of the family. Nice.

But I wouldn’t trade the week for anything in the world.

I’ve been reminded of several things that are priceless. My boys laughing in the water parkl. My youngest one getting owned by ‘a gnarly wave’ on his boogieboard. Holding my wife’s hand over a fabulous hot dog dinner at my niece’s birthday party. The fierce loyalty of family.

Oh, and how easy it is to plead to God in prayer when you’re trapped by a nasty intestinal virus.

It’s good to be back home, ready to get back in the blog routine and discuss the redemption and restoration going on around us.

It’s good to be in One Peace.