Hey you guys. I’m getting ready to head out to Lake Tahoe with Paul. We are going to a gathering of organic church planting types. I hear it’s snowing there. (Neato!) Bill, one of the organizers, works at Squaw Valley Resort so he hooked us up with some great rooms. We are really looking forward to a nice flight without the children, good conversation with new folks, and a retreat from our everyday life (too many weeks of either having a migraine or a headcold.)

Todd Hunter is going to be there. I’ve never met him before, but I’ve been reading his blog and he sounds very cool. I saw him speak once and he sat down on the steps of this huge stage in front of 2,000 people, which is the kind of thing that speaks volumes to me.

Jason Evans is also going to be there and he has this great little trio of house churches/communities/whatever in San Diego. Once I emailed him out of the blue and he left me messages for days until he finally caught up with me, which I thought was really, really nice. I was reading his blog the other day and he was describing this prayer time they had for one of their guys. It made me realize how much I’ve missed prayer and how I really wish we could find a natural “us” way of praying for one another. I’ve been praying about that for a bit now — by which I mean I’ve been furrowing my brow in a wondering way and gazing at the sky from time to time. I’m hoping that maybe I’ll learn a little something from Jason and the others at Lake Tahoe. So here’s just a little shout-out to say pray for me, and for us, and for them. Maybe there’s something new unfurling on the horizon.