It seems like a huge number when you think of it that way. How did that many months fly by? Every language has their way of saying it, but we all know that time speeds by SO fast.
- Stop and smell the roses with my wife and girls. I want to learn how to lay aside the "work" and learn how to stroll the streets, enjoying life with them.
- See my girls grow into strong, young women. I want to lead them and love them, helping them be picky and discerning to find the right godly man who treats them honorably.
- Stay in Moldova long enough to see the Church deeply impact this country, bringing hope.
- Stretch myself and start and finish a doctorate before age 50.
- Survive the season of three teenage girls and their emotions and hormones.
- Savor my friendships, both in the US and overseas. I want to drink a cup of coffee with countless friends, sitting in THEIR kitchen chair.
- See the first women come OUT of the Home of Hope healed and whole. I want to see the ministry standing on its own, with leaders that are called to the ministry, sacrificially giving of their time and hearts.
- Swallow my pride and continue launching out in Russian. I am preaching already (though simple messages) but want to become good enough to teach at a high level in Russian.
- Shoot enough quality photos that I win one photo contest and somehow afford to buy a Nikon D3X.
- Submit myself to the grueling task of writing, seeing one book published (and on the New York Times best seller list).
- Spend time with my friends, the leaders and pastors of Moldova.
- [And the final--SNEAK off to actually hunt some wonderful big game: bighorn sheep, mountain goat, grizzly bear, ibex, and an African leopard!)
I think that I have enough to fill the next 500 months.