My Weekend in Phoenix

Last weekend in Phoenix was the best weekend I have had in a very very long time. I was OUT. The vision I cast just a few short weeks ago came to reality. 

Now Lord, I seek confirmation to the question I never thought I would ask. Do I move back to Phoenix? Phoenix was exciting. People in Phoenix wanted to go out. People in Phoenix got together for dinner last minute and didn’t think a thing of it. People talked over dinner. People in Phoenix got up and danced.  This made me realize that the people I am looking for ARE out there. 

We saw new places. We went. 

I didn’t have time to go on Facebook. I had a project to work on at the house. I used my brain. I had fun. I got stuff done. I accomplished. I was energized. I encouraged others and received encouragement.  

After a few days of reflection, I realized what made this all possible. Nobody over thought anything. I am the king of over thinking EVERYTHING. Somehow the people I seem to have surrounded myself think about everything WAY too much. They rationalize their way out of a good time, a new experience, and adventure. (Side note: Bill Shaw is not to be included in this blanket statement). This is what leads to sitting at home on a Friday night watching reruns and wondering why where your life went. This is a scary thought to me. 

I’m not saying we don’t all need our down time. I know I do. However, when I want to go out, I want to go out. WITH PEOPLE. 

Opportunity in Phoenix seems to abound where I was blind before. Social. Intellectual. Mental. Physical. Relational. 

Here is where the cross check needs to come in. Does spiritual opportunity abound, or am I chasing a hollow, worldly dream. That really is up to me to decide, now that I answer my own question. I ALWAYS have a choice. I have a choice to sin there, or here.  So, if there is no reason not to go, do I go?? Am I released from here??? 

It sure did feel like my life started last weekend. Everything’s just darn alright.