|Life is meant to be chased.|
Can I tell you how small I feel? I have dreamed of travel since I was a child. Kellie and I have pursued this moment, this moment... right here... for the past 5 years and 7 months. All I can tell you is that it is impossible to wrap my understanding around the knowledge that this is the time.
I am a last minute packer... always have been. But when I begin throwing items into a suitcase, I know exactly what will fill that case down to the final item. I have it visualized in my mind, and when I select that final item, I feel an immediate sense of completeness... and then I go and pack that bag.
This bag has been difficult to pack. It is because I have visualized it countless times but I have never actualized the vision. And now... it is time.
We began our surge to this moment last weekend. I spoke at LoveStories, a fundraising event for Catalyst Resources International in Guatemala. We have been running since that moment! Now, I am not complaining... rather, we love the race.
The timing has simply been astounding. I could never have planned this. My life is like and explosion that has uprooted every part, thrown it high into the air, and I stand in the midst as the pieces slam down around about me... fitting perfectly together, forming a beautiful landscape that I recognize by components, but is altogether foreign and beautiful in its whole.
All I can do is stand here in the midst with tear-stained cheeks and a heart of wonder.
We have two more days of jam-pack-ed-ness in front of us... Kel has a stack of papers to grade, and I have days filled with tight-rope walking with corporate vice-presidents. But we know that at the end of those days... a plane awaits us that we have pursued for years. Our daughter waits for us. We are a family of 5 that is desperate to be united. The pieces continue to fall into place around me.
China is a closed country... we truly have no concept. I can not access my blog due to government restrictions. Likewise there is no Facebook, no Twitter, no Google. And yet... I will do whatever I can to scale the iron curtain.
We go to pursue our hearts. This is at our core. This is our passion. We are adopted by God as his children. Adoption is love's answer to abuse, poverty, hunger, neglect, abandonment, isolation, and even death. This is at the center of who we are. We do not adopt to accomplish something good, or to help another... no. We adopt because we simply feel pulled and helpless... our belief compels us.
As I have said before, to those of you who pray for us... please do not pray for our safety. We do not want a safe life. We chase a life outside of our comfort zone that will make a difference. If you must pray for us... pray that we listen to God. Pray that we are bold. Pray that we are given a chance to leave an impact on the surface of this world after we have passed.
Wish us Godspeed. And now... off we go.
James 1:27 (for us)
New International Version (NIV)
27 Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.
Philippians 4:6-8 (for our family)
New International Version (NIV)
6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.