On his way to Goldsboro, North Carolina, my good friend Aaron stopped in Kent yesterday to hang out. He just took a job as Sports Director at a YMCA twelve hours away. The distance isn’t a huge deal for him- he moved from Kansas City to attend BGSU- where we met. Aaron has a free-spiritedness and sense of adventure I never will. Classic example: he spent this past summer living out of his Kia Sportage, camping in backyards and parks. And so, moving far away isn’t a huge deal for him. I respect him for that.
We spent the day playing disc golf, hanging at a coffee shop, visiting a bookstore and a library, and walking along the Cuyahoga River here in Kent. I couldn’t have imagined a better way to spend the day with an old friend. So with every possession packed into his Kia, I sent Aaron off early this morning. Our friendship will undoubtedly change, yet we are both eager to see how God will continue what He started. I am grateful for faithful friends who, in some way that cannot be explained, allow us to glimpse the heart of our God.