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As often happens to me, I had somewhat of a revelation as I ran this week. Perhaps it was a result of experiencing two major cataclysmic events in NYC in one week - one being the 5.9 earthquake that happened where our building shook tremendously, and felt quite different than most things we have experienced here - the other being Hurricane Irene which forced us indoors, and fortunately we were not in an evacuation zone like many friends. (It seems almost illogical that I am blogging about those two events even happening here in BKLY - is this apocolyptical? MMMM. Probably not.) So as I ran I felt like God was asking me : "Are you stalking Jesus?" As I pondered that challenge, I ran through the concept of being a stalker. Obsession. Almost illogical in nature. Going after something you probably don't really understand. Trying to obtain something that isn't really obtainable. Yet you have a drive and a passion to pursue it, even in secret, even when others don...

Back in BKLY for a couple weeks now, it feels good to be home. We sat at a light the other day, and supersar said to me: "It feels good to be home." I can't agree with her statement more. It feels good to be home. If feels good to walk down Lexington with pastor. It feels good to catch up with the neighbors, to see alli and liv reengage with their friends, to be at the PIT for sunday gatherings, to stand at the DMV for over 7.5 hours total on two separate dates - ok, maybe that reminds me of spreading the love of Jesus more than the others... I have been doing some excercise sessions trying to get more fit - working on my core. KT has inspired me with her hard work to track my calories again, and I am publically committing to trying to lose "the last 15" - the hardest ones to lose. But I am really going to work at it. (Thanks sis for inspiring me!) But I did go for a run this week in the park - and I am ever greatful for the ability to go over there and ...

Well, it certainly has been way to long since I posted a blog entry, and for that I am regretful. I have so many times in the last couple months felt compelled to blog this, that, or the other, and yet, nothing here to show for it. There is plenty to report, process, and evaluate. -I spent 37 days out of Brooklyn starting July 1st. That was great, magnificent, enjoyable, rewarding, relaxing, and exhilerating. But it was too long for me. At the same time it was all those things, it was also a bit too long for me to be away from my home. Of course, the girls were with me most of that time, so that was another bonus, but this is my hood. My people. My life. I found myself dreaming of being in Brooklyn, in my neighborhood, in my apartment. I am ever thankful that I am able to escape the city for such a stretch, as the city does grind on you, but not sure I am explaining this very well. Truth is, I love my life here in the city, my neighbors, the park, my bed, the pace of life. ...