So I made it back to Memphis. For the second time in three months, me and the family made the westward trek down I-40 to West Tennessee.

We checked out the Bass Pro Shops at the Pyramid, which was honestly a bit overwhelming but fun. We took the elevator to the top for a bird’s eye view of downtown Memphis.

Later, we had dinner with some other family, some of which I hadn’t seen in a while. It was good to catch up and to be reminded of how blessed I am to have such a wonderful and amazing family.

I will always consider Memphis as my hometown, but now it feels like a place to visit rather than a place where I live. While it’s my hometown, it’s not home. But I’m very thankful for those 34 years of living here that helped shape who I am.

Much of the time my life doesn’t make sense until I view it in the rear view mirror of reflection. I heard faith defined as trusting in advance what will only make sense in reverse. That’s a lot of what life looks like on this side of heaven.

I’m looking forward to the rest of the weekend in Memphis, leaving my expectations of what will happen up to God’s timing and providence. Let the adventure begin.