Running Dive

WHO/WHAT

ERIC WEAVER

Seattle, Washington, USA

Life is short. It comes with all sorts of joys and thrills, as well as stunning losses and crushing sorrows.

I'm in the process of rewriting my life, rewiring my thinking, and reweaving who I am. I've already destroyed several bad family patterns. What's left is how I deal with people, stress, bad behavior and time pressures.

I don't want to spend the next 50 (or 5) years limping along toward home plate. I'd rather take a running dive.

This is a largely personal journey. You're welcome to read along if you'd like.

Jan
11th
2010

Mon

“Come home,” he said.

Repeatedly. “You belong here, Eric. Come back to your own people.”

Then he mentioned something about Jesus.

My friend, I ALREADY AM HOME. My own people are the open-minded, laid-back people of the West Coast. The ones who (largely) aren’t looking to God to fix things but are taking steps to fix things themselves. The ones who don’t need to conform me to their values but can let me live within mine. The ones who aren’t waiting for change but making it happen. The ones who like the sun and the ocean enough to endure earthquakes and volcanoes and wildfires.

There’s a 14,000’ volcano out of my back window, and in 90 minutes I can be skiing on its flanks. There are sea lions and seawater less than a mile from my front door. There are bald eagles in the 100’ Douglas fir trees towering above my home.

This is where I belong. This is my destiny.