I didn't quite realize that it had been four months since I visited this place. Realizing that people acutally read what is written here is slightly unnerving. (You know who you are!)
In these past four months, we've gotten rid of yet more stuff. Moved out of our rental. Driven over 7,000 miles. Said goodbye to some family. Torn ourselves away from our amazing church home.
We have less than one month to finish paperwork, consolidate everything we own and pack what we can, and get on a plane (not to mention a very important family wedding in the mix).
It has been beautifully hard.
There have been more tears, nights of sleeplessness, and struggles in the past few months than I can remember. And I wonder if we are doing the right thing. If all this: this effort, this pain, this sacrifice (not just mine, but those who sacrificially give so we can go!) is worth it.
But He gives peace. Despite the shaking of the earth beneath my feet, I know with certainty that He has called us to go. And to go now.
The lines of a song play in my head often: "God gives the strength that it takes, and He knows the price that you pay. The life you’ve been called to, will not be in vain. So don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid."
So, we go.