We are officially in our last week in Bloomington and moving is in full swing. It’s weird to finally be in this place, to actually be saying goodbye to friends, family members, and even just to our belongings.
I’ve accepted that we are leaving our beautiful home and will officially be homeless. I’m ok with the fact that we’re unemployed and will soon no longer have health insurance. I’m slowly allowing myself to fully consider that I won’t see Clem for 11 whole months. And in this acceptance, I will admit, there is sorrow. It is difficult to say goodbye to what’s comfortable, familiar, and most of all, loved.
But boy am I excited! Even in this chaos is an overwhelming sense of peace. There is not a doubt in my mind that this is where God is leading us. I have a peace in this decision, in this moving toward Him, that cancels out everything else. God wants us on World Race. I can’t say I know exactly why, but it’s amazing what He will do when you choose to follow His will!
God has been walking with us every step of the way. Fundraising is a bear and I hate it. But we’ve been unbelievably blessed even by people we’ve never met. Moving and packing and sorting and resorting and unpacking to repack to make piles that take over every square inch of space to only move the piles and misplace the stuff and then re-move and pack everything is as exhausting as reading this sentence! But everything is coming together and our family has rallied around us entirely. Saying goodbye for a year is hard, but it’s really just saying, “I’ll see you next year when we can both look back and see the amazing things God did over that time!”
So this is where we are. We’re surrounded by craziness (and piles of stuff… where did we even get everything?!) and are saying our goodbyes. We’re also walking with Jesus, who is gently guiding us down this path. And He’s a pretty good hand holder!
