Who would have guessed?
I sit here in Karachi this morning. Everyone in the house is still asleep. The house seems very empty and quiet. I’m thinking about the past and what events have led me to where I am now. It’s hard to believe where I’ve ended up. Looking back, the odds seem to have been against me. But here I am, not only am I in a developing, Islamic country with a Pakistani wife and half-Pakistani kid, but I’m loving it. I can’t wait to get home, but I love this place too.
I have no regrets. I mean none, absolutely none. I look back on my life and I realize that if I could change anything about the past, I wouldn’t. Even the many parts where I screwed up. This system is too complicated. One thing affects another, which affects another. Providence is so beautiful and complicated. Think of the staggering intellect of God who is able to work all things together for His purpose and for my good. I could never change anything, I like my life, I like how the hard times have make me stronger, how the happy times have given me joy, how the dangerous times have given me character, how the trying times have given me patience, how the difficult times have given me wisdom.
All things work together. How lovely.
So my dear Jordan and Jenn leave us today. Their flight takes off in 13 hours. Pakistan’s loss. What a wonderful encouragement they have been, especially these last few days when it was just us and them here in Karachi.
Talk to ya’ll later,
PS – Andy Mack invaded my dreams last night. You and me were hanging out in a Dunkin’ Donuts here in Karachi. The interpretation: Get your arse over here and have a coffee!