Deeply Grateful...

First of all I want to thank all of you who prayed for me during my recent knee surgery. Your concern and calls were great. I've been pretty low key about this because I haven't seen it as that big of a deal. I had ACL surgery about 25 years ago and the aging process finally caught up with me. So I had an orthoscopic procedure to clean up my knee and take a closer look at the condition of the knee. While the procedure went well the results were disappointing. To quote my surgeon, "I will outlive my knee" - a diplomatic way of saying I have a knee replacement in my future. So stay tuned.

A number of my posts this summer have been connected to experiences with my family. This was a transitional summer in the life of our family on many fronts. Verna and I made the commitment to really engage and enjoy our family this summer. So much of what Father teraches us is in the context of doing life together as family - and as friends. It points us to the need to engage one another more deeply in the normal course of life. It's where so much of the good stuff takes place.

Here's another story from this summer. The week of my surgery Jono and I traveled to Dayton, Ohio for a couple of days to look for an apartment as he returns to graduate school this fall. First a little background. Over the course of the summer the landscape of Jono's world changed dramtically with the discovery of three herniated disks in his back. The result was the decision to move from Michigan to Ohio - a move that would require him to leave his rented house, a trusted mentor, a good job managing the campus coffee shop and a community he was familiar with to start life over again in a new place. A few months ago the puzzle of his life had some clear definition and design to it. In a matter weeks it was like all the pieces of the puzzle were pushed off the table, mixed together and we were starting over again. It's been a challenging summer for him. But back to the story.

We drove up on Monday and had only one day to find an apartment. When we woke up Tuesday morning I read these words in Psalm 107...

Some wandered in the desert wastelands finding no way to a city where they could settle. They were hungry and thirsty and their lives ebbed away. Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble and he delivered them from their distress. He led them by a straight way to a city where they could settle. Let them be grateful to the Lord for His unfailing love.        -Psalm 107:4-8

How cool is that! I shared the passage with Jono and off we went. It was a full and tiring day but we signed a lease on an apartment that seems ideal - a quiet community, close to the school where Jono attends, comfortable, and even came with a membership to a nearby gym and pool. That evening we drove 20 minutes south to have dinner with Austin Bergstrom who lives in Dayton. That's right Chuck and Malia's son!  A new place with a familiar friend. The beginnings of relational connection and community.

We are grateful - deeply grateful - for Father's provision and direction.

Fighting for Your Hearts,

Gary Franklin