Home Again

Last week was the first time I attended the Creation Festival since 2006, when it was rained out. I have attended since 1986 (with the exception of one year I only attended set-up, and the last 3 years). It was good to be home.

Yes, good to be home after the festival - real showers and flush toilets.

But more than that, it was good to be back at Agape Farm. Good to see friends that I usually only see at the Fest. Good to camp with a great friend, who served as the "best chick" at my wedding. Good to be in the company of other Christians, regardless of denomination or theology. Good to breathe in the dust (remember, dust is our friend, our alternative being mud).

It was refreshing to unplug from technology, with the exception of a few cell phone calls to my husband, who stayed home to hold down the fort. I love you babe, and I missed you. And I thank you for letting me go on my pilgrimage without giving me a hard time about leaving - I know those whose spouses let them go, and others whose spouses do not let them leave their side. I appreciate the fact that you allow me to leave you for a week with the cat litter.

It was good to plug in to the messages that were out there. Not only the messages of the speakers or the musicians, but also the messages of those I encountered casually. Messages of hope, peace, God's hand in their lives. Messages that I needed to hear.

I am grateful for telephone, email and social media that allow me to keep in touch with the friends that I have made over 20 years. I am more grateful for the ability to attend the festival this year and reconnect with those people. I love you all.