Remember those impossible people in the Bible who cried out for change while enslaved in Egypt.
G0d answered by sending Moses and splitting a sea…
Only for those same people to scream into the face of G0d that they wanted to return to the bondage of Egypt where things were NORMAL…
Well… Just call me an an Israelite.
Yesterday marked the midpoint of my World Race. While talking to my momma and sisters I learned that the library in my hometown is out for my blood. It turns out they don’t really care that I have been out of the country for a while. They still want the movie I rented six months ago as well as the sum of $84 for the trouble of waiting.
Yikes… In that moment I realized that when I get home bugs, snakes, constant sweating, weird food, impossible situations, awkward language barriers, and other now normal odd things will be traded for the finical and material real life same-same things of the American lifestyle… and I found myself wanting to stay in my new Egypt.
I have 5.5 months behind me and 5.5 months in front of me before I head out for a new wilderness… One called Home. Life. Job Applications. Dating. Car Problems. Bills…
TERRIFING.
So as I begin to think about another transition out of the endless transitions of this journey I am praying for the strength for another change… a change of normal… One more step towards Canaan.
I look at the earth and see a circe with edges to fall off of. He looks at the earth and sees a spinning sphere and endless places for me to call Egypt.
All for now through the eyes of a storyteller.
