Ursula’s, the Edwards’, Mimi’s, my parent’s, and now Christine’s…these are the places we’ve lived over the past 92 days. 92 is the number of days it has been since Jen and I have lived in our own place. 92 is the number of days that we’ve been living out of suitcases. 92 is the number of days that Maisie has been shuffled from dwelling to dwelling. 92 is the number of days we have been displaced as a family.
But these things aren’t what is starting to get to me. They do take a toll, but they aren’t THE big thing. The big thing is that we haven’t been consistently serving in one place for 92 days. While I have loved hanging out w/ friends and supporters over the past few months, I really miss being in ‘real life’ and getting to know ‘real people’. I am realizing the extent to which my spirituality is greatly influenced by being engaged with mission. Sure, I still pray and read the Bible, but something is missing when I am lacking a real outlet for what God has been teaching me. Let’s just say…I am so looking forward to landing in a place again where we’ll be actively engaged in some form of consistent service.
je suis d’accord.
I too enjoy it when I’m engaged with mission. Hang in there. For some crazy reason God leads us through times of wilderness for a reason. We never why until later.
We are excited to see where God is going to have you “landing in a place” again. We can’t wait to hear the official news! Have a great week making more discoveries for His kingdom work in your lives.