Where is my oven mit?

I hate moving....

Laying in bed last night, I told Grayson that I "really don't like large doses of change". He just laughed. I suppose it is a bit ironic, with us preparing to move to Europe and all. This transition has proven to be a much bigger turning point in my life than I thought. I thought we were just moving all of our belongings 10 minutes from their previous destination. I thought it would be a simple material adjustment of washing our dishes by hand, and our clothes at a coin machine (or at church...) I was wrong. This simple change has me thinking. This is where, in a short time, I will be chasing a toddler around in the yard. It's where our sweet little boy will spend the first years of his life. And it will (hopefully) be our last home here in America before we pack up and make a much bigger move, and a much larger transition; one which will require far more adjustment.

Didn't I used to thrive on the adventure of new surroundings? What has caused me, or allowed me, to become so comfortable in a setting that I am reluctant of change? As a teenager it was everything I could wish for to board a plane bound for a completely unknown land. Now, grown, married, and baby on the way, at times I wonder--are we being realistic? Are we crazy?

If so, then crazy is what I want to be. For I know that God has called us to this very thing--to preach His gospel of good news to the lost of this world. And specifically, to gain and grow believers in distant lands, where they will then gain and grow more, causing an exponential growth of the body of Christ. When I think about this, complacency becomes the most appalling thing to my being. I want to be uncomfortable. I know for certain the apostle Paul was not comfortable as he faced beatings, imprisonment, or even being "constantly on the move". (2 Cor. 11:26)

God has called us to a life so much bigger, so much more full of adventure, and so much more rewarding. The next two years hold so much in way of preparation and growth, and so much blessing; more than we can even anticipate. And then, once we're ready for the next phase--one of bringing the Gospel of Grace to lost people in a distant land--I will not be full of apprehension, but rather an eager zeal for all the Lord has in store for us, and for those He will bring to Himself.