The arrival of spring (at least on the calendar, if not in Siberian temps) also makes me aware that we have been away from our home for a stinking long time. A solid three seasons ago, we shed the comfort and stability that our home offered us, for the opportunity of ministry that duffle bags and many temporary homes provided. We paid a cost as we began, in all the effort it took to clear out our home, arrange renters, sell our car, etc. And we pay certain costs all along the way—it’s been a joy-filled journey but I especially am weary of the suitcase life. We have gone hard the last few weeks, no question. That is good--we’d much rather that than be sitting around underutilized, as we have experienced in a couple of places. But we are tired. We have one more stop, which promises to be full as well, in Georgia. Then we get a blessed vacation, thanks to the amazing generosity of friends of friends. We hope it will be a kind of spring-cleaning for our hearts and renewing to our bodies, giving us the ‘spring’ in our steps that we need for the final stretch.
But in four months we will pay a different set of costs, as we return ‘home’ in late July but aren’t able to move into our actual home until September. We’re immensely grateful for the housing God has provided for those five weeks, but we and our kids, when they come to LA in August, will no doubt be wistful for our own home, with its rusty old barn, oranges, lemons and backyard fire-pit in the evenings. It’s worth counting that cost ahead of time, praying for the grace to be willing to gladly pay it, and confidently hoping we’ll still say, “We wouldn’t trade the stability we lost this past year for the joy that the year has been.” While we can’t name or post photos of the faithful servants we’ve met here, the memories of the opportunities to come alongside them will form part of what helps us pay that cost in August.
Thanks for your prayers as we continue the journey. I (Lisa) would humbly ask for your prayers for work in the year ahead: I have applied for several jobs, been a finalist but not the finalist for one, heard nothing from a few, and am waiting on one more. I trust that God has good work for me to do next year, but I’m frankly a little discouraged on that front these days. Thanks.