This last weekend I was in Budapest with Mary Jill. While I was there I remembered other trips - my comings and goings to Budapest.
It has been almost 20 years since my first visit. We came in to Budapest by train and a van met us and drove us to Romania for a short term missions trip. That was a trip that changed my life. On my last night in Romania I felt (actually I saw) the call to Romania. I never dreamed that it would involve me living here. Thus began my comings and goings through that most beautiful of cities, Budapest.
I remembered how many times I arrived and how many times I left the city, many times only passing through from the airport to train station.
I have arrived joyously and excited for another trip. I have left sadly because I was leaving Romania.
I have arrived barely crawling in to the city - totally exhausted. I have left exhausted.
I have arrived only to be called immediately back.
I have come in triumph, I have come in defeat.
I have come in and left bursting with good health, I have come and left in ill. I have come and left with a mix of those two conditions.
I have even come in and out of Budapest skinny and I certainly have come in and out fat!
I have come in hopeful and come in with my hopes dashed on the rocks. But I have always entered and left with the Lord at my side.
I await my next trip to Budapest....