The night before our flight I lay in bed thinking. I was exhausted from the work of cleaning our house, packing our 10 large bags, and the constant questioning ‘am I forgetting anything?’ That night I couldn’t sleep and began worrying -which I have discovered is something that my body does when it has hit physical and emotional exhaustion.
'Why am I doing this? Why am I taking my small kids across the planet? Have you really called us to this? What good are we doing anyway?’ The questions scared me, but I knew I just needed to get some sleep.
A few days later we finally flew to our home. We got through immigration, wheeled are many bags to a friend’s car and saw many smiling faces. People happy to see us again. We drove to our home commenting on the things that had changed and hadn’t changed since we were gone. And then we came to our home. We opened the door and I felt a rush of peace.
I cannot explain why. The house is just a normal house. It had the same smells, the same hot, musty air, and the same dirty walls. Yet I felt relaxed.
In the days that followed we drove throughout town doing a load of errands to get our house functioning again for the coming routines. And with each errand I felt a calm and a peace that I didn’t expect.
The following week I had many meetings with national coworkers to hear about what had been going on while we were gone. And again with each meeting I felt a joy to be in this place at this time with these people.
I do not know how long this journey will be. I do not know when this stage will be over and we will be forced to move on to something else. But I do know that today this is the place for us. The big picture may still at times be quite blurry, but it is enough for me to know clearly that for today I am in the right place.
'Why am I doing this? Why am I taking my small kids across the planet? Have you really called us to this? What good are we doing anyway?’ The questions scared me, but I knew I just needed to get some sleep.
A few days later we finally flew to our home. We got through immigration, wheeled are many bags to a friend’s car and saw many smiling faces. People happy to see us again. We drove to our home commenting on the things that had changed and hadn’t changed since we were gone. And then we came to our home. We opened the door and I felt a rush of peace.
I cannot explain why. The house is just a normal house. It had the same smells, the same hot, musty air, and the same dirty walls. Yet I felt relaxed.
In the days that followed we drove throughout town doing a load of errands to get our house functioning again for the coming routines. And with each errand I felt a calm and a peace that I didn’t expect.
The following week I had many meetings with national coworkers to hear about what had been going on while we were gone. And again with each meeting I felt a joy to be in this place at this time with these people.
I do not know how long this journey will be. I do not know when this stage will be over and we will be forced to move on to something else. But I do know that today this is the place for us. The big picture may still at times be quite blurry, but it is enough for me to know clearly that for today I am in the right place.
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