Gandalf thought of most things; and though he could not do everything, he could do a great deal for friends in a tight corner.

I drove to the airport at 4 am the other day.

I've been there enough I figured I wouldn't need my GPS to get home....

....What does one do upon finding one's self

completely lost

on the outskirts of Portland

in the dark at 4:30 in the morning?...

...

Call one's high school youth group leader.

Obviously.

...

Also known as,

"drive 1600 miles to pick you up from your first year of college",

"want to live in our house?",

"yes, I think you should apply for that crazy six-months-overseas program at your school even though it scares you",
"here, I made an Excel spreadsheet so we can do your budget with your first real job",

constant encourager,

continual pointer-outer of how God is at work,
even when I can't see Him.

...

Because obviously,

from 3,000 miles away,

Matt can figure out on google-maps

where I am

and where I need to turn around...

Which direction are you facing?

Go past these two streets...

okay.

Then once you go under this bridge

you're going to go .5 miles

and there's the exit you need.

Okay?

Okay.

Have a good day at work.

Have a good day at grad school.

...

Grateful.