Dear Dreamer,
Somewhere around 8:20am or 8:30am this morning, I said goodbye for the next few months to the love of my life. Dakota Keely Daubenspeck, my wife, is about two and a half hours away from Tokyo, Japan on her way to New Delhi, India. Dreamer, I've not written you in so long, and right now, I don't really know what to write. It's like you're a stranger to me now, but I've got to write you, because I feel like half of me just flew away.
For months now, I've not really had a typical home. I've lived in London, Austria, and all over the rest of Europe; Florida; the dorms of UH Manoa; Colorado for a little bit; the North Shore for a little bit; and Island Colony in Waikiki for a little bit. I feel like I've been a nomad. But Dreamer, the whole time since Austria, Dakota has been with me. I've spent almost every day for the past seven months with her. This past semester has been such a crazy blur for both of us, but we've gone the whole way together. She has become my best friend. She has become my Home. Since Thanksgiving 2012, I've even called her Homeskillet, Homes for short, and she calls me Homes too. She is Home. But now she is on a plane thousands of miles away and my stomach hurts because I miss her. But Dreamer, I married her, and she is coming back :)
So Dreamer, you may not want to hear about all this ooshie-gushie stuff, and that's okay, because I'm not gonna tell you any more. What I want to really talk about now that I think about it is not that I miss my wife (Dreamer did you even know I got married??? I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written!), rather, I want to talk to you about what's next. This time is going to be very hard. I know, however, that God wants to show me something. I have lost something, every bit of it. Dreamer, I have lost control. I have no control over a single day, instance, or moment of Dakota's life. There is nothing that I can say or do that will affect any instance of her life. There is no way that I can know what she is doing or where she is. There is no way for me to intervene or protect her. I have no control.
But did I ever? Dreamer, control is such an illusion. As I realize I have no control, I can let go of the idea of it and give it to Jesus. He can be trusted. He was the first Dreamer, and He dreamt all this up in the first place. So I've got to trust Him. I have no other choice.
Dreamer, I'm going to end this letter now. I know it's abrupt, and I know this letter is so scatterbrained, and I know there's no pictures, and you may not care to have read to this point; but truly Dreamer, I wanted to say hello. It's time I write you again, and I hope to stay in touch.
God bless you Dreamer,
Carter
Somewhere around 8:20am or 8:30am this morning, I said goodbye for the next few months to the love of my life. Dakota Keely Daubenspeck, my wife, is about two and a half hours away from Tokyo, Japan on her way to New Delhi, India. Dreamer, I've not written you in so long, and right now, I don't really know what to write. It's like you're a stranger to me now, but I've got to write you, because I feel like half of me just flew away.
For months now, I've not really had a typical home. I've lived in London, Austria, and all over the rest of Europe; Florida; the dorms of UH Manoa; Colorado for a little bit; the North Shore for a little bit; and Island Colony in Waikiki for a little bit. I feel like I've been a nomad. But Dreamer, the whole time since Austria, Dakota has been with me. I've spent almost every day for the past seven months with her. This past semester has been such a crazy blur for both of us, but we've gone the whole way together. She has become my best friend. She has become my Home. Since Thanksgiving 2012, I've even called her Homeskillet, Homes for short, and she calls me Homes too. She is Home. But now she is on a plane thousands of miles away and my stomach hurts because I miss her. But Dreamer, I married her, and she is coming back :)
So Dreamer, you may not want to hear about all this ooshie-gushie stuff, and that's okay, because I'm not gonna tell you any more. What I want to really talk about now that I think about it is not that I miss my wife (Dreamer did you even know I got married??? I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written!), rather, I want to talk to you about what's next. This time is going to be very hard. I know, however, that God wants to show me something. I have lost something, every bit of it. Dreamer, I have lost control. I have no control over a single day, instance, or moment of Dakota's life. There is nothing that I can say or do that will affect any instance of her life. There is no way that I can know what she is doing or where she is. There is no way for me to intervene or protect her. I have no control.
But did I ever? Dreamer, control is such an illusion. As I realize I have no control, I can let go of the idea of it and give it to Jesus. He can be trusted. He was the first Dreamer, and He dreamt all this up in the first place. So I've got to trust Him. I have no other choice.
Dreamer, I'm going to end this letter now. I know it's abrupt, and I know this letter is so scatterbrained, and I know there's no pictures, and you may not care to have read to this point; but truly Dreamer, I wanted to say hello. It's time I write you again, and I hope to stay in touch.
God bless you Dreamer,
Carter