Having spent the first 4 decades of my life as a Californian, it would not be an understatement to say it’s different living in Arizona. Not to mention going from being a projectionist and working in the legal department for a cellular phone company to being a DoD contractor and driving a truck on dirt roads most days.
People are a lot different as well. In the picture above, my son’s dog is sitting on the couch behind me because he was scared, and he didn’t care even a little bit what I believed in, or who I might or might not vote for.
The fact that God is the CEO of my family makes a lot possible that probably would not be otherwise.
I do suppose it would probably make sense to say that two large truths I’ve come to in my old age is that I’ve gotten more fiscally and socially conservative, and Jesus doesn’t care much. He cares about my heart being right, about loving him with all my heart, soul, and mind. And loving my neighbors as myself.
I plan to do my best.
A Work in Progress 