Oh lawdy.
I feel it again. The urge to move. To meander. To pack up my (few) things and move across the world.
This feeling is inevitable when the majority of your adult life has been spend doing exactly that. Since I was 19 I have been able to pack almost all my belongings into a travel bag. I have more stamps in my passports than most people I know, and I have an entire box of clothing only meant for wearing overseas (mostly long skirts and baggy sweat-stained t-shirts).
I would have it no other way. Since being married, Steven and I have not even spent more than a year living in the same place. Come this April, it will be a year that we have been in Salem (which freaks me out!) Our lives have continually been on the go, without hardly a moment to catch our breath.
Now, I don’t mind it really either. It’s exciting and adventurous and continually challenging my beliefs and strengthening my faith. This last season of being here with ywam salem has been really good for us, too. We have a small house, we painted the walls (!) and we actually have a real honest to goodness couch in the living room. I mean, this is as settled as we have been since africa.
But change is in the wind.
We are gearing up to lead the Spring Engage DTS (discipleship training school) where we will have an african slant for the outreaches. We have an amazing group of staff, and we are now praying for students to come.
I like it, though. I like that at a moments notice we could sell our few belongings and set sail. I like that we are not in debt, and that we have the freedom to move about the earth. There is nothing quite freeing as the knowledge that you are completely unencumbered to pursue your life, dreams and calling. True, we don’t live by the typical american standards of wealth, but the more I get to know God, the more I realize it is most likely for the better (for our calling, anyway.)
I have written a few posts about my desire to have less, and experience more, and that challenge has only gotten more real and more difficult. The longer I spend in America, the more convinced I am that I need that iphone, that car, or those boots. But the more I think and pray about it, I know that the devil is continually trying to dull my senses, make me busy and make me lethargic. I have to confess that the more things I usually own, the more disconnected I am with reality and with relationship with those around me.
My brave sister has decided to do a facebook fast for the entire year of 2012. I am so proud of her, and somehow envious. She understands the waste of time is can really be, and that pursing real community around her with real people is probably a better use of time. I am definitely not giving up facebook (i love to snoop) but I do understand her desire.
So here is to change! We don’t know if we will actually be leading a team overseas (depends on the number of students we get) but we will at least go and do pastoral visits for the teams who do go. It is exciting to think that Jubalee will get her first taste of africa at such a young age (she will most likely turn 1 over there!)
We are getting ready. We are excited.