Someday my mind will catch up to where we’re going. Right now we just keep walking.
For years, we have helped others through this process of leaving. And now here we are.
We just finished up a letter to send out to hundreds of people, and the “what if’s” arrived.
What if we say we’re going and then something changes?
What if all these things don’t come through in time?
What if this is all just too difficult?
We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps. (Proverbs 16.9)
I am tempted in times like these to think this is about us. About our plans and our needing to get to where we’re supposed to be. As if where we are headed is the goal. The thing is all of this matters. Surrendering all the details between now and then is just as much an offering as getting there.
The journey is just as important as the destination.
And really, I am not sure how to express my gratitude for those of you willing to join us on this journey. For some of you it means less play-dates, less holidays together, less time with our kids, less time drinking coffee together, sharing life. This is where the tears stream down my face and I don’t know what else to say but thank you. Thank you for loving us enough for this to be painful. Thank you for considering this a sacrifice. Thank you for realizing that God is more glorious than we can imagine. For being willing to support us, even if it means trying to find the heart that joyfully says I will not sacrifice to the LORD my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing. (2 Samuel 24.24)
And thank you for not running, but linking arms with us.
We cannot do this alone.
I long for the day when this doesn’t seem crazy.
For that Day when we stand before the throne of the Most High, and nothing else makes sense other than to have offered all we are, for His fame.