Each summer, my family and I take a trip to San Antonio, Texas. And, while there isn’t much to do in the ultra-humid, mind-numbing heat of Texas in July, there’s always eating Texas-style barbecue and swimming in the backyard pool. Today, Molly, my seven-year-old daughter, found the motherload of bubbles that were begging to be set aloft adjacent to the pool deck. Dylan, her older brother, discovered a virtual armory of water guns that resulted in a nearly unavoidable splash-battle. And my four-year-old son, Scotty, continued in his education on how to “surf” a boogie board from the side of the pool.

While looking at the pool, full of sun bleached rafts and foam noodles floating listlessly in the water, I was faced with the constant reminder of the subtle power of DRIFT. This past Sunday, we talked about how easy it is to drift from the life we were intended to live in a series of countless micro-decisions and tiny indulgent permissions leading us into the middle of the proverbial deep end. What is it that God might be reminding you of during this week that might be causing some drift? How might you resist it?

I can’t wait to be back together with all of you soon. I miss my MV family. Each Sunday, I’ve been meeting your friends — those you’ve been inviting to join us — who all say how welcome they’ve felt among our church body. They keep using the words “family” and “home” to describe us. There are so many great opportunities to include your friends and neighbors with you and your community over the next few weeks: baseball games and beach days to name a few.

See y’all real soon,

Jeff