Someone shared a story with me once about how important it is to rest periodically when you are on an arduous journey, in order to allow your spirit time to catch up.

The last 24 hours have been such a journey, as have been the last 12 months.  Come to think of it, so have the last 15 years.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

But as I pause now, in these last few days of saying goodbye to my congregation, to my beautiful home, to all those places and people in Southern California that I have come to love, and to the cat “who opened my heart”, I realize that I have a case of emotional whiplash.   I need my spirit to catch up.