My hood is pulled up over my headphones and my laptop is keeping my lap warm.

I’ve had such sweep of emotions in the past twenty minutes. It’s cold and rainy; outside, and I love it. I am sitting at my gate looking out these tall windows watching the planes mosey across the wet tarmac, baggage buggies scuttling across.

I’m in Boston waiting for my flight back to Phoenix.

The got out of the car in Foxboro and inhaled the autumn. The leaves, the split firewood, the smoke in the air. I was loving it…I just wanted to rake leaves and roll around in them.

I never know what to expect when I travel to speak at a church in New England.; This is probably the toughest region to be a youth minister. The church up there is different. The people are different. But last night I was surprised by a group that was so on fire for God. It was wonderful! I didn’t know things like this could happen in the northeast. It was so easy to give a talk when people are that pumped and open.

After three straight years of traveling, it’s hard to leave home this much. Friday night when I got home from the party, all I wanted to do was to sleep in and have a lazy Saturday. But I went to sleep knowing I’d have to be on the other side of the country by Saturday afternoon. Dear God…how much longer do I have to do this?

But last night I was so excited to be called, and to go where I am called. No one said this would be easy, just worth it.