Light for the Lost Boy

Andrew Peterson.
How I wish I had a better sense of recall.
I think we first discovered him through the online program Haventoday.org
How often have I and my beloved been served up true blessing by the widely diverse and oddly well-timed contributions featured here?
(a rhetorical question that can be blissfully ignored btw:)
It was a series on Sacred Marriage by Gary Thomas, complemented by a music video of Petersons' Dancing in the Minefields that had us first sitting up straight and taking notice.
Imagine that for starters - a marriage referenced as a dance of two in a minefield.
Newlyweds will balk and quickly proffer disgust at such a notion.  Been there, done that.
The seasoned longer-serving couples however will smile at its quirky truth.  Been there, doing that.

We fell in love with his gift for getting to the heart of the matter in song and story and even made a road trip to Valparaiso, Indiana last year so we could listen to him live on stage.

I'm here to tell you he's done it again with his newest album:  Light for the Lost Boy
But don't take my word for it.  Click the link and decide for yourself.
You are urged however, to take your time with it, to listen carefully to the words, to let them steep slowly in your soul.

Andrew Peterson is equally gifted as a writer - working on book four of the fantasy adventure series Wingfeather Saga.   I couldn't put them down, now joining the throng who wait eagerly for the conclusion of the story.
(truly? does it have to end?)
To be so doubly gifted seems almost cruel to the rest of us.
Conversely, the rest of us can simply take up and read or take up and listen - finding ourselves a place of respite in a crazy world and a peace to pass on to those around us.
Well, I call it a peace but it is perhaps more aptly termed a restless sense of grace.  Such as you might eventually discover in reading Tolkien's Lord of the Rings Trilogy or least this commentary of same: A Sudden Joyous Turn


When I look at you, boy
I can see the road that lies ahead
I can see the love and the sorrow

Bright fields of joy
Dark nights awake in a stormy bed
I want to go with you, but I can’t follow

So keep to the old roads
Keep to the old roads
And you’ll find your way

Your first kiss, your first crush
The first time you know you’re not enough
The first time there’s no one there to hold you

The first time you pack it all up
And drive alone across America
Please remember the words that I told you

Keep to the old roads
Keep to the old roads
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way

If love is what you’re looking for
The old roads lead to an open door
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way
Back home

And I know you'll be scared when you take up that cross
And I know it'll hurt, 'cause I know what it costs
And I love you so much and it's so hard to watch
But you're gonna grow up and you're gonna get lost
Just go back, go back

Go back, go back to the ancient paths
Lash your heart to the ancient mast
And hold on, boy, whatever you do
To the hope that's taken hold of you
And you'll find your way
You'll find your way
If love is what you’re looking for
The old roads lead to an open door
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way
Back home

Enjoy exploring this artist as we have.
I think it's time for another road trip with my beloved.

You know what they say....

EXHIBIT A

En route to Laity Lodge, on a truly deserted endless stretch of highway, we saw this For Sale sign.

I begged my driver :) to stop
so I could provide digital evidence of Texan bigness.

Two thousand four hundred and eight acres.  Give or take a few.  LOL.  

With more wells than the patriarchs could ever dream of and not quite a mile to land your private plane.

In Utopia of all places!
And I always thought that place was just a myth!

Laity Lodge Texas

* Retreat *
ORIGIN late Middle English : from Old French retret (noun), retraiter (verb), from Latin retrahere ‘pull back’ (see retract )

•    a quiet or secluded place in which one can rest and relax : their mountain retreat in New Hampshire.
•    a period of seclusion for the purposes of prayer and meditation : the bishop is away on his annual retreat | before his ordination he went on retreat.

Beloved and I flew to San Antonio, Texas in November, far away from everything and everyone familiar for a retreat.  This was a spiritual exercise for us and one we were quite ready for.
The experience was rich and significant in a host of ways and is thus become a serious challenge to my blogging brain.
Six weeks! to assimilate my thoughts and come up with a plan of action (*ish) for the telling of it.
I've decided that you're going to hear and see about it bit by bit -- delivered in at least three separate instalments because it's simply too much for one post and because I want to share the riches of it in as authentic and thorough a way possible.

We were far into the hill country - 70 miles from the nearest store of any kind - unplugged and disconnected from any reliable cellular or internet service for four days.

It has been YEARS since either of us has gone 4 days straight unconnected.

That, all by itself was an experience worth journalling.

But first:

We spent a few days at an old hotel on the famous Riverwalk of SanAntonio -- a two and one half mile stretch of pedestrian walkway along the river that meanders below street level.  

                                                         

An outdoor theatre on the Riverwalk with sod lined stone risers.

Fanfare to attract touristy attention and restaurant business.

It was okay.  What more can I say?  Jostled by tourists eager for a nibble and peek at each and every establishment of an endless smorgasbord of boutiques and eateries?  *sigh*

Of course, only a fool lands in San Antonio and neglects to visit one of its' more famous historical markers:  The Alamo  I'll let this site take you around for the details.  

At least the ancient door was intriguing  :)

Last chance in the next four days to connect with the homefront!

The Riverwalk is even more winsome with the evening lights along the footpath.  

We were just a few weeks too early to enjoy the full blown Christmas displays; 

apparently it is a sight to behold.  

Stay tuned.  We're buckling up for a drive into the vast unknown tomorrow.