Finally . . . a sit down

driving - packing - driving - moving - driving- packing - driving - driving - unpacking - STOP. Finally. Did you notice a theme here? As Heather and I drove from Chicago to Cleveland she announced that we are now homeless (nothing personal, mom & dad). There is a striking reality, though when you realize that everything you own is packed into the back of a van and you are driving to a place where you will not stay. And we are called again to trust, that in leaving everything behind, God will provide for us the things we need. For me, I have still been in denial. This will be the longest duration I've been out of Chicago since 2001, and without any real knowledge of where I'm going other than "It's Beautiful" & "It's Dangerous," I have had little to actually look forward to. Sure, my head is full of great ideas and my heart believes in this mission, but honestly, I have no idea what is on the other side of the jetway. Now, we are less than two weeks away- work has completed; swimming is almost completed; I am moved out of my apartment; the only thing left to do is pack one more time, and head out. I am beside myself with anticipation. Tired of waiting and not yet ready to leave. Ok God- here we go!