It's real. It's true. It's really happening. We are about to move across the world because God told us to go to PNG...
Some days this doesn't feel true.
It's the days we spend absorbed in school. Writing poems like the revolutionary poet, Phillis Wheatley, or learning the parts of a flower.
It's the days we ride our bikes in the neighborhood with friends, and our children's laughter dances on the breeze.
It's the days when it's so simple to just reach out and connect with dear friends to share in their joy of new life, or their pain in loss.
It's the days when John heads off to another day of work and he stops by the store to just pick up a few things on the way home.
It's the days at church where you are sucked into the sermon and you feel the comfort of being in the body of Christ.
But, It's real. It's true. It's really happening. We are about to move across the world because God told us to go to PNG...
Some days it feel so true, it makes us catch our breath.
It's the days we spend emptying out a room of our home, giving every bit of it away, because we won't be taking those things with us.
It's the days we get up extra early in the AM so we can Skype friends in PNG before they head off to bed, and can only see them in an abstract painting sort of way.
It's the days we come home from shopping with a car full of bug tents, water purifiers, backpacks, rain coats, hiking shoes etc. etc. etc.
It's the days I wipe my daughter's tears because she just figured out that even though she will have new friends to meet in the trees each day in PNG, her current friends won't be those people.
It's the days we are surprised and blown away by our friends' generosity, as they selflessly partner with us, sending us to where God called us but farther from them.
Yes, It's real. It's true. It's really happening. We are about to move across the world because God told us to go to PNG...