“Wherever you are, be all there.”

Jim Eliot said that.
"Wherever you are, be all there."

I'm here.
Back in Indiana. Hiding away in my basement cave, trying to focus and get through the next week of projects, papers and journals. It's hard to be all here.

My heart is in so many places right now. It's in the living room with my family. It's in Chicago with my Grandma. It's in Winona Lake with Zach and the rest of the tribe.

It's in Mongolia with my friends, co-workers, and students.

"Wherever you are, be all there."

I'm struggling with this. I've been going at a pace so fast that I do not really know where I am right now. I just want to sit. I want to ponder, to recollect, to inspect the treasures stored away in my heart.

I want to light a fire and watch it burn. (This might be difficult, since I don't have a fireplace.) I want to sit with coco in hand and trade stories--stories of adventure, growth and change.

I'm not sure if this post is an invitation or an apology, but I'm going to make it into an invitation.

When I see you next--when I emerge from my academic hermit cave--let's talk. Because, that is where I want to be--in fellowship with you.