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heartflyte and family—great to see them and the kids. The little ones were real troopers considering how not-kid-oriented the outing was. Thankfully Pella has playgrounds and such; had they made the trek all the way to Eddyville, they might have been woefully restless and bored.After a little more time at Central College,
barlow_girl and I headed back to Eddyville for my class reunion. Fascinating to see how much has changed and how much has stayed the same. People are all over the map, perhaps moreso figuratively than literally—some have a relatively contiguous life from high school onward, while others of us have largely broken from that time and place. In the past, it's been easy for me to think one was better than the other, but as time keeps rolling I'm more open to seeing how there can be value or bankruptcy in each.This morning we worshipped with The Bridge in Ottumwa, where my friend Marty serves as pastor. So great to see how God is moving elsewhere, stirring at least the possibility of people falling in love both with Him and with that city—it's neglected and run down in many patches and on many levels, but it's got good bones and will almost certainly respond to some real love and commitment, even (or especially) in faltering, imperfect steps. Also encouraging to see how Marty's come into his own—this morning he very much seemed the man for the job God's given him.
Tons to process with all the reconnecting, but that doesn't feel burdensome. This has been worth the trip.
