It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. It’s not that nothing has been happening; all I can call
it is a period of transition.
It reminds me of another time of transition. In 1985, I was 23 and my good friend and I loaded up
her car and headed to Florida with plans to live there. My brother was in the Air Force and stationed just south of Miami. We were planning to live there and have an adventure. We did.
There is a process that took place, however. We gave
notice and quit our jobs, said good bye to family and friends, loaded up the
car and with our AAA TripTik, we headed south. We’d packed the car full of things we
would need: air mattresses, toaster, hair dryer and clothes. And someone
gave us a 5 pound bag of popcorn, which we could pop if we couldn’t find jobs and got hungry.
I remember being very excited to move. I was leaving
some pain behind me, and I was looking forward to the change in address. And a fresh start.
We left Green Bay early in the morning, likely about 3
a.m., to get through Chicago between rush hours and we
drove all day. We would change off driving while the other one
navigated. Mind you, this was way before cell phones and GPS’s. We are both very smart ladies but we must have missed geography class in
high school because no one told us there were mountains between Wisconsin and
Florida. We could see the mountains in the distance for what
seemed like hours until we finally were right in the middle of them. We had talked about driving past Atlanta that day and
then stop for the night. But once we made it through
Chattanooga, TN that was enough. We were exhausted and it was time
to rest.
We stopped in a roadside hotel off the interstate
somewhere before Atlanta. I looked at the map as we were
getting settled and I remember freaking out. We were not in Green Bay, we were not in the Miami area, we were in some
dot in Georgia that no one knew. Well, someone called it home but it
was not MY old home and it was not MY new home. It was just a dot and then reality hit. What was I doing? What could I have been thinking? Leaving the familiar behind and living some crazy
dream? I could disappear off the face of the map and no one
would know. Fortunately, my friend had it more together and she helped to calm
me down.
The adventure in Florida was a year I will never
forget. Friends made, experiences to remember and a time of my
life that I could be young and carefree.
That was then, this is now…I am growing
spiritually and I have been introduced to an opportunity to lead others to
Christ but in new and exciting ways. I have had to take off some things
that were hindering my growth, not bad things but some things that were time
consuming and needed to be pruned away. This time around, I have my friend with
me, too, my Helper, the Holy Spirit and I am meeting my brother Jesus in the
new location.
When you grow you have to let go of the familiar and
it can mean good bye for a time. It may mean new friends and
adventures. It definitely means change. As this change is occurring and I proceed forward I know that because
the Lord wills it, He will equip me for it. I would like to believe I will not have a freak-out moment of not really
being in one place or the other, for I now know wherever I am, He is. And every moment I am where I’m supposed to
be.
I am a bit nostalgic at times thinking thinking maybe
I jumped the gun. And should I have waited? No, there is no time for regrets as the vision is
clear, revival is coming to this area and I don’t want to be
caught napping. I don’t want to go to Heaven having
played it safe.
I think of Abram and Sari, when God said go…..leave this place…..leave your
family and all that is familiar. Abram and Sari were not bigger than
life, like some super humans, they were just like you and me. They had fears and concerns and maybe a freak-out
moment or two. But they went. And so will I.
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